2 weeks ago

I recall in high school she was the epitome of raw beauty. Straightened blonde hair, blue and gold eyes, and a voice that brought you back to Clueless days.

Flash forward three years since then and we’re sitting next to each other in a tiny lecture hall. Her hair’s a mess, she’s dressed the same way she was when she was 15, and she looks at me with a face marked up by a handful of seasons in the kitchen. 

So I’m here wondering why I fought for you these dozen seasons, when the white light I first saw in you had crumbled to dust long before I saw you again.

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