I spent a year of my life,
And two summers
On one boy.
Now that I got the chance to have him back,
I don't want him anymore.
I've been waiting for the feeling to come back,
And it just hasn't.
I think it's because I know how it feels to be important to someone,
To be their first option,
To be their only option.
The only downside to letting go,
Is that I have nothing to write about,
No glorious great love,
No happy ending.
Books lie.
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