dreams-written-on-paper

by, Cassandra

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Pretty words for a pretty smile, because ugly words wouldn't fit right. But even pretty words can hurt, you know. Pretty smiles can cut deeper then you'd think.

(because I'd been waiting all that time just for you to see me. one smile is all I asked for, and ignorance is all I got. I waited, and I wrote it out on paper, just so my dream wouldn't be forgotten. one smile is all I wanted... one smile is all I got.)

Dreams do come true, but nightmares do too.

(you found that dream-written-on-paper and you probably laughed as you read those immature, slightly juvenile words. what did I know about "love" those days? love was just a word. you were just a boy. I was just a child, wishing on a falling satellite.)

Stars and satellites are hard to tell apart these days.

(puppy-love and forth grade crushes. dreams-written-on-paper and whispered secrets for friends to keep. meaningless words and childhood fantasies. that day, I probably cried. these days, I just shake my head and wonder why.)

Wherever you are, my forth grade bad-boy... I haven't forgotten about you. But you don't have to hide your face this time, because these days love is just a word without a meaning. These days love is just a lie. I won't confuse it twice.

(sharing gel pens and smiles is just a sign of friendship... even if it was your favorite pen, and you had to watch me chew it to pieces. well, thanks again.)

But apparently I haven't completely learned my lesson. I mean, I'm still writing dreams on paper and leaving them laying around for the wrong people to find.

Maybe it's just a character flaw. I wouldn't be me without it.

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A/n: So I was talking about past crushes with a friend not too long ago, and this story this crush just kind of stuck in my head. I still wonder about him sometimes, to be honest. I wonder if he's still the same boy who offered me his favorite pen, and looked so embarrassed when he found out that I liked (or in those days, "loved") him. I wonder if he's changed nearly as much as I have over the years. I wonder why I care.