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One day you’ll walk past him and he’ll glance up automatically at the scent of your perfume. His gray eyes will follow your every move and he’ll get a wrinkle of confusion when you don’t look his way. And for once, you’ll barely notice him, but my god, he’ll notice you. 


For the first time in months, it will be his heart that feels heavy and hollow instead of yours.

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- n.g. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write # 18  (via coffeeandpoetrydarling)

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