
Although it wasn’t really mine, and it sure as hell wasn’t yours. Both of us still awkward in our own ways. You’d just returned from the city. Rejected, dejected — yet full of hope. The sparkle in your eyes was intoxicating. I was struggling in my final year at school. Still unsure of who I was, trying to find mea…
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