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1:16 a.m / March 26th, 2016
I’m currently sitting in bed at my old teacher’s lake house. My step sister is sleeping soundly beside me, not snoring, which is good I guess, I like the silence. The only sound filling my head is the typing of my keys.
I walked to get a drink earlier, the indoor porch with the glass wall’s door was open, and i got a look at the blue/green lights reflecting off the lake. I wish you were here. It’s not as beautiful without you.
The water calmed me in a strange way, like the water could calm my thoughts, if only for a few seconds.
The waves shatter the lights, giving the lake a stained glass look, almost as if the whole thing was one big stained glass window for the churches of fish.
I wish you could be here. It’s been a week since i’ve seen you, we went to go see a church play and made fun of people the whole time, which is a really awful thing to do , especially in a church. After that we went back to your house, and i kissed you. Twice. Once when we got in your room, and then again when we were leaving. I hated leaving. I just wanted to pull you back onto the bed and kiss you for hours. I just wanted to be alone with you.
I wish we could be alone together right now.
1:34 am
I told you i would sleep about 20 minutes ago, it’s not easy for me to sleep without you.
We only slept together once. I haven’t slept right since.
1:40 am
I can’t think of anything else to write right now. My mind is blank. So i guess i’ll finally go to bed.
hopefully i’ll
dream
of
You
Published 6th Apr 2018
Author's Note
I wrote this the night before I left for a beach vacation for an ex, once again another writing from 2016. We broke up about two weeks later because of a petty 'friend', and we haven't talked since. He still has me blocked on everything so :/
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6th Apr 2018 2:59am
Our writes encapsulate moments that would otherwise be lost, like tears in the rain, Roy Batty says in the original Bladerunner. The tenderness of this write, it's measured pace, is meaningful to me. Thank you for sharing an intimate moment of your life with us.
Daniel
Daniel
6th Apr 2018 3:04am
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- Edited 25th Oct 2022 6:45pm
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