He was in the hall way.
He walked by me like an old memory. Our old memories. The good memories.
The way he held me in his arms long ago when I cried.
The way he made me smile.
The way his smile was so handsome and bright I could just drop dead and be happy.
The way we could make each other laugh, and at that moment be happy in our own little world.
He isn't there now. I love him. I've always loved him.
That's when on that day long ago he asked me if I liked him. I was young and nervous at the time because his friend was right there, and I said no. It was a lie.
I regret that now.
As he walks by me. Hitting me with punches of memories.
Because now, I'm just an old memory to him. heart
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