I was always the one who
waited.
And I waited for him, like no one before.
Every night I would lay in my bed,
covering myself in blankets, imagining his hands around
me.
And slowly falling into sleep, I was overwhelmed from all our
memories, touches, smiles...
But then I realized.
It was enough.
He crossed the limit.
All those memories became nightmares or dreams that will
never become true.
That's why I gave up.
I stopped waiting for him,
even tho I was best at it.
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