IMAGINE...
ANONYMOUS
Over and over I run imaginary scenarios in my mind, I imagine how I would have stressed over my outfi t before our fi rst real date, I imagine falling in love with your smile even more than I already have, I imagine how happy I could have made you, how I could have inhaled every moment with you in like life itself, for those breaths are truly precious, I imagine confronting you over and over again about what went wrong, how she could have been so much better than me, how I could have been so foolish as to think guys ever pick the girls like me, I imagine becoming friends with you again, but you wouldn’t want it anyway and neither would she. And would I want that heartache anyway? I imagine fi nally feeling loved by a guy who actually handles my heart with care, who doesn’t lie, who doesn’t fi nd joy in leading me on like a lamb to the slaughter. But would I even be able to accept that love? Would I trust them? When something is shattered repeatedly, can you ever put it back together? I imagine. I imagine. That’s all I seem to do. Imagine.
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