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lost in the memories

As another lonely tear dropped on her pillow with a deafening plop, she once again held her notebook to her chest, where her dreams, hopes and heartaches are hidden. Why did she even go out with him? They both knew she’d only be in the state for 2 more months, yet when he asked her out, she was so in the moment, a victim of teen infatuation. She said yes, and the few months following were so great while they lasted. Her first prom, her first kiss, her first slow dance; she’d never been so serious with anyone else. She didn’t want to consider it at the time, but the whole relationship was nothing but a fling, in the simplest definition. So then came moving day. On the way down the interstate, there were bridges crossed, many memories relived in her mind, and a few tears shed. In a few brief months, she was over him, but occasionally she’d think back and remember what it felt like to be kissed, to be wanted, to hide in the embrace of someone she thought loved her.

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