He's someone of the past. You thought you loved him then.. but now he's gone and you're overwhelmed with desolation, lust, grief, appreciation and you CAN'T shake it. He's everywhere. Everything reminds you of him. Each bench swing you see, greek food, willow trees, hearing that song come on unexpectedly, the color purple. and why is it that when someone says his name across the room, your brain refuses to understand, for just a minute, that anyone else could have the same name as him. You go mad over the fact that every blue eyed, shaggy haired boy you see in this god forsaken world could be him. So you gaze over there for just a bit longer.. until you notice something about that boy that, so obviously, separates him from yours. You get mad at yourself because you should have known it wasn't him. Anyone else that knows him would have known that right away. And you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up like that. What would you have even done if it were him? Walk up to him and say hi? Hug him? You'd probably break down and cry no matter the response he gave.
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I didn't want to publish this until I added a few more parts to it, but this one seems to be one of those things I start and don't finish for another year or so.. so I decided why not?
