7.3 | IF YOUR HEART WOULD BEAT AGAIN
( 7.3 ) j u d i t h I WALK PASS SIMON EVERY SINGLE DAY IN SCHOOL, but I could never seem to have enough courage to talk to him like we used to. Let alone to even hold his hand, or perhaps to kiss him, everything that I did before has now became the one dream that is completedly impossible. I'm overthinking everything, am I? I hate that I'm so worked up over this, when the fact that probably Simon doesn't even care at this point. But somehow a big part of me hopes that he still does, and has the same hopes and wishes to just have eachother again. A translucent barrier between the warmth of his smile and I, he was clear in my eyes but not to my touch. Like an expensive relic only for display; unattainab
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