Well, you caught the glitter in my eyes and felt that I was the one.
But the glitter is gone and you stand there imagining the time it was there. Are you waiting for it to return? Is all this suffering worth the wait? I laugh at your certainity. Oh yes it will get back! I know it will, says the longing on your face.
Are you even sure it was ever there?
YOU ARE READING
Figment of imagination.
Non-Fictionimpulsive. no punctuations. full of errors. complete waste of time
