What was this? What were we?
Were we friends acting like lovers, friends who made each other's heart beat (or maybe not in your case but definitely in mine), friends who cared a little too much about each other, friends who talked and talked and talked about random shit until the sun went up, until our phones were in our hands which hung limply as nothing but our slow breathing filled the quiet world of the moment?
Were we two people just searching for some company, and coincidentally found each other as a decent person to talk to at 2 AM, where our deepest secrets (like how I felt/feel/I don't know anymore) are blurted out and our hearts ache a little more?
Were we fooling around trying to see what happens?
Tell me. Was this nothing to you?
Because damn, it was (and still is) everything to me.
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What Could Have Been
Non-FictionThis is a story full of what if's, because all my regrets run in my veins and glue themselves to the walls of my mind. This is a story full of endings that I wish would've been quicker to unravel instead of lingering in the air, waiting for the wors...
