#excerptfromabookillneverwrite

Distance is a weird phenomenon, so is time. We were two continents apart, yet connected. So far yet so close. We are in the same city and yet I can't see you. So close yet so far. Maybe because tears often blur my vision. I talk to you and you make everything sound so normal, like nothing ever changed. We never stopped talking. But we never started as well. And now that you're going, I feel like you were long gone before you came back. I think it's fair enough: we didn't meet when you left, we didn't meet when you came back. I hope this settles the score. Until next time, All my love.

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Mar 2, 2019

Mar 2, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC

Disha

An unsent letter

Distance is a weird phenomenon, so is time. We were two continents apart, yet connected. So far yet so close. We are in the same city and yet I can't see you. So close yet so far. Maybe because tears often blur my vision. I talk to you and you make everything sound so normal, like nothing ever changed. We never stopped talking. But we never started as well. And now that you're going, I feel like you were long gone before you came back. I think it's fair enough: we didn't meet when you left, we didn't meet when you came back. I hope this settles the score. Until next time, All my love.

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there is something about the way he smiled that makes my heart flutter and break into a million tiny pieces all at the same time

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Feb 4, 2018

Feb 4, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC

bluerthanfiction

s o m e t h i n g

there is something about the way he smiled that makes my heart flutter and break into a million tiny pieces all at the same time

6

sadness just eats you up until you have absolutely nothing, it clings on you and ***** everything you have that feels good you try to wash it down with ***** and the pills that lets you sleep, but when you wake up you still feel the emptiness, no matter what you do it just keeps haunting you, then you started pretending, you lie to yourself, because maybe that can make it easier and bearable but in reality, you know can't cheat grief. so you just listen to that old lie that kept you going; "it's gonna be okay" even if it'll never be.

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Aug 23, 2017

Aug 23, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC

bluerthanfiction

okay.

sadness just eats you up until you have absolutely nothing, it clings on you and ***** everything you have that feels good you try to wash it down with ***** and the pills that lets you sleep, but when you wake up you still feel the emptiness, no matter what you do it just keeps haunting you, then you started pretending, you lie to yourself, because maybe that can make it easier and bearable but in reality, you know can't cheat grief. so you just listen to that old lie that kept you going; "it's gonna be okay" even if it'll never be.

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You are my weakness. Every time.

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Mar 27, 2017

Mar 27, 2017 at 10:22 AM UTC

excerpts-of-stories

Six word story

You are my weakness. Every time.

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She left me yesterday but love had left us a long time back.

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Mar 26, 2017

Mar 26, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC

excerpts-of-stories

Spilled thoughts

She left me yesterday but love had left us a long time back.

5

"I don't think I've actually ever been in love before. Of course there were boys that could put a million butterflies in my stomach and make my head go fuzzy. But now it's you and you make me feel things. I crave your touch. Our hugs are so close yet not close enough. Your hand in mine sends tingles through my body and a smile upon my lips. I can't help but stare when you are around me because, oh God, I cannot get enough of you. And I think I love you. I really do, but I am too scared to admit it because I'm not sure what being in love feels like."

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Jun 13, 2015

Jun 13, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC

publictears

What is Love?

"I don't think I've actually ever been in love before. Of course there were boys that could put a million butterflies in my stomach and make my head go fuzzy. But now it's you and you make me feel things. I crave your touch. Our hugs are so close yet not close enough. Your hand in mine sends tingles through my body and a smile upon my lips. I can't help but stare when you are around me because, oh God, I cannot get enough of you. And I think I love you. I really do, but I am too scared to admit it because I'm not sure what being in love feels like."

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