He doesn't know me? What
the fuck Blank, blue eyes. No glasses. Does he
know that the world isn't supposed to be fuzzy? Maybe if I stand
closer, they'll spark the way they always did
Might not even be him. Want it to be, though, because there's no way Daniel, my Daniel, could look at me like that.
Walking away. Fucker's just walking away and now I know it's him because no one can piss me off as fast as Daniel.
And here I go, following him. Hoping. Hurting. Angry.
No change there. It's how he left me.
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