Art3misX

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It was never perfect.
There is no such thing.

But, by god, did they have
some perfect moments.

That first day, Valentine’s day—
he swears it was coincidence—
when she walked speechless
for so long he gave her an out,
"Maybe some other time?"
But she redeemed herself and
it began with a text, “So, I guess
we’ve established I’m an awkward turtle.”

Half-waking while napping
to hear, “I know you might not
think we’re ready, but I love you.”
Then actually awakening to hear,
"I don’t know if it was a dream,
but I do love you. I really do.”

That last good-bye, before they knew
that it was actually good-bye, falling asleep
sprawled out on top of him on the train
carrying them from New York back
to their separate colleges, reality.

It was never perfect,
just the closest thing
she’s ever had.

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