And you're smiling, and your eyebrows are twitching. Your heart is pounding, just like its the happiest day of your life, backwards. You smile, and your tears roll down your face, and they have been, for hours. You can't seem to calm your breath, and you haven't been able to for ages. It feels like there's a fork stuck inside your ribcage. The blood is forcing it's way through your leggings, and you can't even feel it.
This little memory you have is going on repeat inside your head, his smile, his touch, his kiss. The dance he kept doing in the middle of the street, which got to you like the most wonderful words you can imagine. Him telling you he loved you, and you saying it back.
"I'd rather be with her." Yet again.
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