it was summer when we met. you were standing right in front of me; alone. and i saw you looking at the ground, counting the stars that didn’t reflect in them and i thought:
‘he is everything i want to be’. and you were, at that moment.
it was summer when our love blossomed into a star that didn’t exist (only in our minds – our tragic, romantic minds).
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it was fall when we did everything to keep us together. when i looked into your eyes, i saw nothing. you changed in the person i was and didn’t want to be.
you lost yourself.
I lost you.
it was fall when our love fell on the ground.
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it was winter when we separated. our love was freezing and i didn’t see you anymore. i cried frozen tears, but it didn’t change you. i tried to reach out for you. i tried everything.
except loving you.
i wanted to give you the best of me, but you asked for more.
it was winter when i missed you for the first time.
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it was spring when i got your note:
‘dear cheyenne,
i can’t see the stars anymore. they left me to be with you.
i can’t feel anything and i feel too much –
love me/hold me/kiss me/remember me.
love, ‘i miss you(r lips)’
it was spring when i made paper airplanes from the letters and threw them out of my window (and my heart)
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it was summer.
and i was everything i wanted to be.
(the stars were beautiful, and they reminded me of me and you).
you taught me what love was. you taught me everything i didn’t know (and still don’t know).
am i allowed to forget you?