Running (fic)
Running.
It always helped. To let go. Of him. 11 years is a long time to go. Without him.
I didn't know. That I loved him. Back then. But I do, now, I know I love him. But he'll never find out. Not that I wouldn't tell him, if I saw him again. Because I would. I would definitely tell him. He'll never know, though. Because in 3 years, when the high school reunion is held, he might not be there.
Running.
It always helps. To let go of him. To let go of anything. But especially him. Because I love him. Even if he doesn't know it.
I might not be invited. He left, and I just kind of... wandered. I wasn't the class favorite, that's for sure. Everyone just kind of ignored me. It wasn't horrible. It was just kind of depressing.
Kind of? Who am I kidding? It was very depressing. I sat at a table, alone except for my friend, Serena. She would make me happy. Unless it was one of those days. The thinking-about-him-all-the-time days. Those days, nothing could make me happy. Except
Running.
It always helps. To let go of everything, of the memory of him, his smile, his smell, just... everything about him. It helps to forget about him.
Even running, sometimes, reminded me of him. I remember running down that street, with the rain and the sprained ankle and learning about his parents. I remember being so close to him and....
Running was something to concentrate on. Something to use as a distraction from everything else. The everything else that hurt. The everything else that I love. The everything else.
CC's nice. :)
It always helped. To let go. Of him. 11 years is a long time to go. Without him.
I didn't know. That I loved him. Back then. But I do, now, I know I love him. But he'll never find out. Not that I wouldn't tell him, if I saw him again. Because I would. I would definitely tell him. He'll never know, though. Because in 3 years, when the high school reunion is held, he might not be there.
Running.
It always helps. To let go of him. To let go of anything. But especially him. Because I love him. Even if he doesn't know it.
I might not be invited. He left, and I just kind of... wandered. I wasn't the class favorite, that's for sure. Everyone just kind of ignored me. It wasn't horrible. It was just kind of depressing.
Kind of? Who am I kidding? It was very depressing. I sat at a table, alone except for my friend, Serena. She would make me happy. Unless it was one of those days. The thinking-about-him-all-the-time days. Those days, nothing could make me happy. Except
Running.
It always helps. To let go of everything, of the memory of him, his smile, his smell, just... everything about him. It helps to forget about him.
Even running, sometimes, reminded me of him. I remember running down that street, with the rain and the sprained ankle and learning about his parents. I remember being so close to him and....
Running was something to concentrate on. Something to use as a distraction from everything else. The everything else that hurt. The everything else that I love. The everything else.
CC's nice. :)