I remember standing there watching him walk by and then going back to the phone
I remember crying and thinking
God, it looks like I’m crying because he didn’t see me
I remember thinking
It would be better all made up put back together like he was the perfect salve if we’d met
Because my reality hurt so much
It would all be better
But instead I watched as he pulled away
If only one dream could come true
The strike of midnight
When there was no you
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