They used to spend their time at IKEA every time they were together.
She remembered pointing her finger at one of the couches.
She said she wanted to buy it and put it in their room.
She couldn’t erase the memory of his smile after she said that.
They were too in love.
They started to make believe, holding on to what ifs.
As they passed by one of the garden swings,
he stopped and grabbed her hand.
"One day I'll build a garden behind our house.
I know you love swings. I’ll plant some trees.
We can spend our time there.
I know you'll love it
and I will too."
She could hear the excitement in his voice.
She hugged him nonchalantly,
a big grin plastered across her face.
A year passed.
She was scrolling through her Instagram
when she saw it,
the swing they had always wanted,
a tree planted right beside it,
and another girl sitting next to him.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
They used to spend their time at IKEA every time they were together.
She remembered pointing her finger at one of the couches.
She said she wanted to buy it and put it in their room.
She couldn’t erase the memory of his smile after she said that.
They were too in love.
They started to make believe, holding on to what ifs.
As they passed by one of the garden swings,
he stopped and grabbed her hand.
"One day I'll build a garden behind our house.
I know you love swings. I’ll plant some trees.
We can spend our time there.
I know you'll love it
and I will too."
She could hear the excitement in his voice.
She hugged him nonchalantly,
a big grin plastered across her face.
A year passed.
She was scrolling through her Instagram
when she saw it,
the swing they had always wanted,
a tree planted right beside it,
and another girl sitting next to him.
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