I'm scared of the distance. The time we'll spend apart.
Will you forget me?
Or will you remember me and realize I never meant as much to you as you thought?
Will you discard me away as just a fond memory?
Or will you forget me as just an immature mistake you made?
I fear the distance. The time we'll be apart.
I fear what will become of us when we return.
I fear we'll end as just a "maybe," never knowing for sure what we could've become.
I fear we might have to close our chapter sooner than we thought.
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Snippets
Short StorySnippets from books I'll never write because I know I can't do them justice.
