There was once two girls who walked separate ways into this cruel world.
She wears pink, I wear black.
She loves the hot summer as I love winter, aka "Sweater Weather."
She is a daffodil, blooming into spring. I am a dead rose, waiting to rot into the ground.
I pretend to be happy when she is actually full of joy.
She has had over 6 boyfriends, while I have had only....one.
If we were to describe a perfect date, she would say "A dinner or a walk around the beach to watch the glowing sunset."
I would say, "Absolutely Anything Is Okay With Me. As Long As I'm With You."
Then, we both somehow came together. We both have something in common.
We had him, we had the same boy in our arms.
But, we will never have him again.
Although we come from different ways, we got our heart broken from the same guy.
We pretend that everything is okay when it isn't. The only thing is that she has gotten over him by dating other guys. I haven't even gotten over him, He was my first boyfriend. I actually want a relationship that means something.
So as she walks around with her head up high and her straight hair blows through the wind, I will still be walking slowly with my head down and my fucked up hair everywhere.
We may be completely different people, but he will always be that person we will never forget.
Love,
A.
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