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this is me thinking back to the 'me' i was before, and pretending that i am that same 'me'. i'm going to pretend that i still believe that you, my love, my very first love, would also be my last. i'm going to pretend these god **** tears that don't have the nerve to stop are the soft kisses you planted on my cheeks every peaceful morning. i'm going to pretend this extra chub on my hips are your hands wrapped around my waist, protecting me from the harsh words of the outside world. i'm going to pretend our 'forever' ring isn't abandoned somewhere in nevada, thrown out the car window in a terrifying moment of rage, like lightning that you're sorry to see go. i'm going to pretend you scoot closer to me not to ask me what the homework was for history class, but to play with my hair, twisting it around your fingers and telling me you love the color of it when you're the only one who did. i'm going to pretend you still glare at any boy who tries to hit on me, stepping up so your body is in front of mine like a lion, fierce and daring and gorgeous, instead of remembering the night you told me to move on, because you already had. i'm going to pretend that you're not the most excruciatingly beautiful thing i've ever seen, full of angles and cheekbones and gold, like a paragraph over a paragraph of confessions. i'm going to pretend that when you say 'i love you', it's not just in my memory.
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May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
please pretend with me
this is me thinking back to the 'me' i was before, and pretending that i am that same 'me'. i'm going to pretend that i still believe that you, my love, my very first love, would also be my last. i'm going to pretend these god **** tears that don't have the nerve to stop are the soft kisses you planted on my cheeks every peaceful morning. i'm going to pretend this extra chub on my hips are your hands wrapped around my waist, protecting me from the harsh words of the outside world. i'm going to pretend our 'forever' ring isn't abandoned somewhere in nevada, thrown out the car window in a terrifying moment of rage, like lightning that you're sorry to see go. i'm going to pretend you scoot closer to me not to ask me what the homework was for history class, but to play with my hair, twisting it around your fingers and telling me you love the color of it when you're the only one who did. i'm going to pretend you still glare at any boy who tries to hit on me, stepping up so your body is in front of mine like a lion, fierce and daring and gorgeous, instead of remembering the night you told me to move on, because you already had. i'm going to pretend that you're not the most excruciatingly beautiful thing i've ever seen, full of angles and cheekbones and gold, like a paragraph over a paragraph of confessions. i'm going to pretend that when you say 'i love you', it's not just in my memory.
come back
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jessa
American
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
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