But he will never be that guy. I've grown tired of constantly having to remind myself of it.
I haven't even gotten kind of close to 'the one'.That puts me in another note.
Today it was raining softly, and with the rain, brought a meaningless memory with it. The type you chain up and forget.
It was two summers ago. A day with weather just like this one.
I decided to be a real teenager that day.
#yolo.I decided to grab my earphones and phone, and rush outside. More specifically, an empty driveway that overlooks my bedroom window.
I was going to dance in the rain.My earphones glued to my ears, I blast TROUBLEMAKER-Now. And with my dark purple joggers on, I start moving to the beat. My hips sway as I mouth the lyrics to a language I don't know.
Even though I repeat this five times, he was always there with me.
Sometimes he was filming me perform, other times he was dancing with me. But he was always with me.I imagine us so pretty in the rain. Water droplets make their way through out dark, unruly locks. Our skin was slippery to the touch. I remember the softness of his skin perfectly.
But, I imagined a lot of things that day.
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Poetrya pretty compilation of sad words by a thirteen year old girl.