""I've really missed you", she whispered, the cool of night present on her breath.
He nodded. He looked up and saw the stars. "I wished you had told me that sooner," he gave her a half smile.
"I just can't stop thinking about you - "
"I'm sorry," he interrupted, "you can't do this. Not now. I've... I've been seeing someone."
Her heart stopped. "Oh. Well," she scratched the back of her head, "she better not be an idiot like I was. I hope she knows she's got something special."
"You really think so?" She nodded. He got up and picked up his jacket. "You know... If you had told me that 6 months ago - "
"I know," she said, "I know.""
YOU ARE READING
exerts from a book I'll never write
Poetrythey were perfect for me, but I guess it was never meant to be. credits to tumblr
