friends. acquaintences. crushes. loves.

friends. acquaintences. crushes. loves.

A Story by Adalia
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a kind-of story about a kind-of guy.

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I'm over you
It's been ages.

You wore that suit
I was dressed as a fairie
We sneaked kisses backstage,
the bluelights making us both barely visible.

Midsummer

I was filled with warmth
safety.
serenity.
bliss.

We held hands.
Everyone said we were perfect.

You said I was perfect.

You loved me and held me
snuck up on me from behind, hugging me.
Running up when I was ahead of you in the hallway
you would pick me up 
and twirl me around.

You were proud to call me yours
I was proud to call you mine.

We were so happy

Until you told me it was all a f*****g lie.

I'm so happy now,
with my new boy.
My only boy.
The boy I love.

But I don't know if I'm crazy
or confused and hurt
or all of those
but I think of you every day.

There's a little bit of you
in everything I do
and I hate it.

Why can't those menacing thoughts of you
stop
keeping
me
up
at
night

Because I don't need you.
Because I've moved on.

© 2011 Adalia


Author's Note

Adalia
i can't take it.
and i don't know why.

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