"Maybe I wasnt actually meant to meet you. I asked for signs to leave and I've had plenty but I cant. I love you very much but I know that you, me, us we are temporary. Everything is. Don't look at me like that. You know I'm right. I feel it deep within myself, I have from the very beginning. I figured that as time went on that feeling would leave. As i began to fall harder that that overlooming sense of impermanence would disappear. How ignorant could I be? Or am I just cynical? A critic of our own love story? Maybe, but still my unsurity of the distance this relationship will go haunts me to no end. Its as close to me as my shadow and it creeps over my skin dragging it's dirty fingers across my arms and legs gently blowing in my ear when there is no sun to cast it away. You love me temporarily. There is no reason to prove me wrong. We both know, regrettably, how I'm right."
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The Life of an Audacious Teenager
Short StoryBasically just shit stories that don't go together and are mostly all about love.
