The tip of an iceberg is an understatement when it comes to what you and I were. It was merely a relationship, if it was at all. It didn't last long. I don't even know what "it" is.
You have twisted my brain in many ways to the point that I've forgotten how to think straight. All I know is that I miss the way your eyes pierce through mine like a spotlight. All I know is that I miss your voice and the way it sounded when you woke up. All I know is that I miss your state of drunkenness.
All I know is that I miss you.
Now, this is all we were. Just a free taste of what could have been.
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A/N:
This book is about a small part of my life, which I thought was a big, tragic chapter but is just as laughable as a 90s sitcom. This small part holds some worth, though, for it has conjured some of the best pieces I've ever written.
Let it be known that the pieces were written in the past, where anguish and pain reigned. These are different times now, and these events affect me in no way.
Enjoy,
CHUBI
jastolapola
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What Could Have Been
Non-FictionThis is a story full of what if's, because all my regrets run in my veins and glue themselves to the walls of my mind. This is a story full of endings that I wish would've been quicker to unravel instead of lingering in the air, waiting for the wors...
