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Why does it ache.

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You remind me of everything I once had. A boy at my side with the best smile, who had loads of charisma and character. Somebody with goals and dreams and desires and a willpower to reach them. That was you. That was him. That was the boy that once belonged to my side. 

It scares me to think I’ll never get the chance to take that spot. Coincidence made us cross paths but we’re not going parallel. We’re to young not to choose our own paths. Your world is drifting from mine and I don’t want to lose you out of sight. 

It is not that I love you, but I could. I have so much love to give. We could make it in a different world at a different time. For now I get to see you smile and that is enough. I’m gratefull for the time we spent together, learning, growing, laughing and loving. 

It is not that I love you, but I could 

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An ordinary sunday, – we had to much to talk about and forgot the time.
‘Is she asleep?’ 
‘Yes, I guess, it is way past bedtime. You can go I’m just going to stay here for another while. I will put her to bed, it’s fine, don’t worry’ 

An ordinary mondaymorning, – I found myself in his bed, his hand on my shoulder, the one that untied my shoes and carryied me to bed.

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Miss you much.

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Some days I’m completely fine and others -a complete mess. I miss you here to share all of my adventures. I wish you were here to share the memories I’ve made. I want you here to hold my hand as I continue to grow. I’ve grown so much and I’ve become a better me. If only you’d be here to see how happy I am. Dear god we have been through so much. We walked through hell and back and we made it. We are here, right now in this moment, and I wish you would be closer. Look at me, all I want is to make you proud.

A sunday.

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I only pick daisies to let them wither in my back pocket, next to the winks and smiles from passerby’s. I’ve been waiting for a rainy autumn, but the days are still long and the parks crowded with lovers. I don’t blame them for watching the sunset. I wondered where my people were, the heartbreakers, the one-day-at-a-time, the reckless, the wilder ones. I wanted to be like them, even though I had always been at the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe I was fooling myself, maybe I was lying to myself. Maybe all I ever needed was love, the sparks and the butterflies. You made me realize that. I thought I could never love someone so much it hurts, and it does and it aches and my body is built of rose petals. I’d be a hopeless fight to dismantle the fireworks you set off inside my head. I’d be hopeless to love you and here I am, counting the days with the butterflies in the park.