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18 January Reblog ![Day 28: Promise
He promised he would come.
You stare down at your too-shiny shoes, the one that make you feel like your grand-pop, and you can feel the sting of tears threatening to blur your eyes. You bite down a swallow and try to subtly wipe your eyes.
Girls cry when they get stood up by their date.
Guys, however, aren’t supposed to.
He promised, and he’s not here, and god if that statement couldn’t summarize your entire life.
Everyone always promises you, and no one ever comes. You hate it, hate it hate it hate it because no one ever tells you why. How do I fix it, you want to plead. How do I make myself better?
How do I make people stay?
But they never stay long enough to tell you.
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You curl your fingers into fists, pierce little half-moons into your palms.
(there’s year-old scars there. x-marks the spot, a nervous tic for every abandoning occasion)
You keep staring down at your stupid shoes and you keep circling over and over the topic in your head, trying, trying so hard not to swan-dive down into the nostalgia and the memories and every packed suitcase, every person who turned away without so much as a parting glance, a half-hearted wave.
You try not to remember how familiar you’ve become with people’s backs.
You’re vaguely aware of the heavy footfalls that are thumping closer and closer towards you, but it’s not until you see the edges of the Converse sneakers in the periphery of your (still semi-blurred, goddammit) vision that you become aware of the huffing breaths which accompany it. Slowly, you glance up.
He’s hunched over, somewhat, stopped a few feet in front of your bench and leaning his hands on his knees. His blue eyes are squeezed shut, and his cheeks are flushed. His hair is more windswept than stylishly-messy today, and some small part of your brain realizes he must’ve sprinted.
When his eyes flutter open, he meets your own and gives a wide grin.
“Sorry to keep you waiting!”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/faa1ae62e6912ec5a9b2a4f9208a5656/tumblr_mgt69lPycf1r582e8o1_500.png)
Day 28: Promise He promised he would come. You stare down at your too-shiny shoes, the one that make you feel like your grand-pop, and you can feel the sting of tears threatening to blur your eyes. You bite down a swallow and try to subtly wipe your eyes. Girls cry when they get stood up by their date. Guys, however, aren’t supposed to. He promised, and he’s not here, and god if that statement couldn’t summarize your entire life. Everyone always promises you, and no one ever comes. You hate it, hate it hate it hate it because no one ever tells you why. How do I fix it, you want to plead. How do I make myself better? How do I make people stay? But they never stay long enough to tell you. |
