World History. He jokes about everything. He tells me I'm in love
with him. Little does he know, he's right. Sitting there. Next to
Angela. Dreaming about what it would be like. If he was mine.
That'll never happen. What happen? We used to be such great
friends. We would laugh, and joke, text. All the time. Then he
found out. Who knew? That three little words. Could ruin a
friendship. I miss him. I miss the 'good morning' texts. And the
friendly 'I love you's' I miss the moments. When time would stop.
Everytime we hugged.
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