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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