38 days with him
The feeling of longing for the nearness of a persons heart, the hope that this feeling would fill my fate.
They lying to him, saying, ‘it’s not you, it’s me’, though it is parental disapproval. It’s easier this way.
If he knew I still wanted him, we’d live as Romeo and Juliet, so I needed to lie.
My heart ripping, hearing him say, ‘I thought you were the one’ while I said goodbye.
