As requested by @hhshshhs132 . Please enjoy!
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I thought I saw you at the bus stop. I could have sworn there was a ring on your finger and a smile on your face. Suitcase in one hand, her hoodie in the other. You always did want to travel.
You tossed the coins, one by one, and collected your tickets. We had each tossed our pennies, one by one, but never collected our wishes.
Back when we were something. But only ever "something," never more. If you wanted me, you never showed, and so I hurt, and I bled, and I grew.
I still can't help but think that if one thing had been different, would everything be different? Could it have been me? My hoodie, my ring? I always wished it would be you.
But I'm alright now. I'm good. I've just been playing through the "what ifs" and "could've beens" as if our lives were nothing more than a film reel. After all, the greatest films of all time were never made.
We were something don't you think so? But I've moved on. We've both moved on, and I have no reason for digging up old graves.
I thought I saw you at the bus stop. I didn't though.
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