kiss
11:41 a.m.

Sometimes I like to pretend that I understand why you went away without saying goodbye. I tell myself that it was because I was mean and weird and no one in their right mind would want to be friends with me. I wallow in my own self pity. I wish I could stop that, and I'm trying to, but it's not easy.

You'd think that, now that you're gone, I'd be able to move on faster, but I can't.

Especially since one of the last images I have left of you is the one that's been imprinted in my mind since you kissed her right in front of me.

~Johanna

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