“and you let her go.”
There’s always that one person that you want to catch a second glimpse of. That you’ve just seen, somewhere that you’ll never go again, a person you’ll never see again. Maybe you’ll see them, but it’s not likely. Not possible.
So when they walk outside, you run to the window. To catch that second glimpse. And, if you don’t, you don’t feel quite right.
So let me go.
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Teen Fiction❝we are all searching for someone whose demons will play well with ours.❞ quiet rituals and even quieter conversations; a collectanea. (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)
