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With his eyes closed, he asked "What did you saw that night?"
I looked at him and answered, "Stars"
And you, and us.
When I used to be the one reflected in your eyes.
When I used to be the one who held your hands.
Who you kissed goodnight, who you dreamt with.
Who you promised forever with.
When your first I love you kept me up at night.
When all that matter was you.
But I knew now that it wasn't the same as I thought it was.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Was it pretty? Like you always describe it?"
"Yes."
It was pretty. The First Love.
It felt innocent but knowing that you truly don't love me like I think it was,
And it was a one-sided hoping that you might come back to me.
When I know you wouldn't.
I was inlove with you, and you weren't.
You only looked at me because I'm the only one that was there.
I'm sure that there might be feelings that I'm special to you but seeing how you easily left me, answered it all. You weren't meant to stay long in my life, yet you're here.
Only to prove that you don't feel the same way anymore.
You close your eyes cause I can't look at you.
You stay close, but not as close.
And if it is alright can I ask you, "Are you not leaving yet?"
"I already did."
I took a deep breath. "It's time, huh?"
"Yeah"
"For me to do the leaving."
No more waiting for you to come around, and pick me up where you left me.
