I looked at him.
He wasn't the prettiest.
He wasn't the skinniest.
Nor the sexiest.
Yet I was attracted to him. Something about him made me feel like I was me. And let me tell you, I was having trouble being me.
I hung out with him until time tore us apart, seperated us into our different journeys. But time couldn't take his memory off of my mind. How could it?
After a debate with myself, considering the people that surrounded me on my new path, I got with someone else.
Only because he reminded me of the one.
Time passed, and finally was able to tare the memories. The memories where I felt safe. Where I felt content.
Only to reunite me with him after some time. The one.
We talked, and it felt like I never blinked to take my gaze off of him.
But I should've known better. Turns out he found another. I saw them together.
While a smile automatically drawn on my lips, my soul was slowly crumbling to a million pieces.
One thing I was sure of, time is a bitch.
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