I was looking forward to spending time with you, to our midnight talks and to more 'I love you's. I was looking forward to tell you how my day went, that I saw a real sunflower at a flower shop in town, that my phone case broke today, and that I'm actually, seriously going for that part-time job I talked to you about. I was looking forward to hear your story today, what KFC meal you probably had, how were you feeling throughout this Saturday. I was hoping you would call me, or at least respond to my lame messages with cute or funny replies, but instead you said nothing after I waited for you for 8 hours.
Now, I'm hoping to stop crying, and I'm looking forward to sleep.
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[22/10/16]
YOU ARE READING
Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
PoetryIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
