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Expression // 015

Do you remember
me?
The girl
who watched.
Waited.
Hoped.
Prayed. 
Do you remember
the words we shared?
Our
exchanges.
Glances.
Nods.
Gestures.
Do you remember
what I looked like?
The dull color
of my eyes.
The height difference
between us.
The freckles
on my nose.
Do you remember
what it was like
to see me?
The sharp inhales.
Steeled glances.
Small smiles.
Do you miss me?
I miss you.
So much.
It hurts.
I wish I could have
stayed.
I wish I could have
gotten to know you better.
I wish I could have
said 
the things
that were on my mind.
But I kept my mouth shut.
Something I regret,
even months later.
Do you regret?
Part of me wishes you do.
Part of me doesn't.
Part of me is lost.
Part of me is...
In love.
But it's too soon for that.
It's too soon for any of that.
Or is it?
I don't know.
I just don't know around you.
You confuse me.
Do I confuse you?
Make you feel excited?
Happy?
Wanting?
Intrigued?
I want answers.
Do you want answers?
I could give you answers.
All you have to do
is ask the question.

why must you invade my dreams? || months later, i won't forget

thank you for reading. <3
xx Nicole Rose



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  1. This is beautful, Rose <3

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    1. Thank you. :) That means a lot to me. <3

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  2. Wow, it's like you read my mind! Thanks for this, Rose. :)

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    1. Haha, really? :)

      Thank YOU for reading. <3

      -Rose

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