Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever imagined myself here, wondering how you're doing, writing an ode to your green eyes and the memories of what we never really had.
I went back to the thought of you by walking down the wrong path for a while. Now I just like walking past your front door and imagining just how much more extreme it would be with you.
I will never understand what happened, I hope I can hear the truth from you. Back then I felt so used, but after so many years that's a feeling I've got accustomed to.
Whatever happens, I've learned my lesson. I can play with you for a while, though, just like when we were twelve and red was our favorite color.
Juliet.
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