Your favorite color is lilac
And you love those shitty Christmas chocolates in advent calendars
You wrinkle your nose when you get a compliment you don't agree with
And your hands are always cold
But none of that matters anymore
Because I haven't talked to you in eight months
I hate how you're still in my head
I used to think it was cute how little things I saw would remind me of you
But now the reminders are everywhere
"You lost her"
"She's gone"
"Too late"
You always sing when a song you like comes on the radio
But I haven't heard your voice in long enough that I can't quite remember
You wouldn't talk to me, even if I tried
I lost you
You're gone
I'm too late
So when I saw you yesterday
I didn't quite know what to do
I could tell you saw me, but you were pretending you didn't
I know you, remember?
You pulled on your sleeves, like you always do when you're nervous
And then I heard you laugh
And the sound fucking shattered my heart
I used to make you laugh, because I knew exactly what you thought was funny
You hate cauliflower
Your middle name is Nicole
When you laugh really hard your tongue poke out a little bit
And you hate me now
Isn't it strange how you can go from loving someone,
knowing everything about them,
to just being strangers again?
I know if I reached out all I'd get was silence
But I don't know what to do with all this useless knowledge about you I have in my head
I think it'd be better if that was just silent, too
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