It's weird to think of all the stuff you and I have been through. It's been years. Years of this.
The back and forth. The runaround. The backhanded compliments and all the damn pretending.
We were never normal, were we. We never hugged. We never smiled. We weren't the average love story.
Because when I think love story I think, boy next door slowly gets closer to the girl of his dreams, or, two tense individuals battle with their hearts and their brains to figure out the right choice.
The first one is unrealistic. Love is hard. Love is indecisive. Most of all; love is not like the movies.
YOU ARE READING
(empty)
Poetryhey, you. this is everything I didn't say last summer. this is our story. (just short little blurbs about my first love)
