The flowers in your hallway are fake.
I could barely believe it as I touched a dry petal. Have they been fake all alone or have I only noticed it now? I always thought they were real.
The comparison here is not lost on me. don't worry.
A distinct thought in my mind:
'I know exactly what the other side of this door smells like.'
It did. smell the same. your room.
just as I remembered, actually.
didn't think I would've, but I did.
We really did care for one another
in our own twisted unhealthy ways.
maybe even love.
I learnt what I learnt.
and I'm glad you did too.
maybe that's all we are to one another. lessons.
that's okay too, you know?
that's worthwhile in a different way
you know?
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