The Backview

Being able to remember the day when you first met him, the day where he took you out the first time, the day that you realize what love is, the day he asked you to be his girlfriend, the day he took you to prom? It’s just so inevitable that you couldn’t remember those days, because “he” doesn’t even exist anymore. The boy you couldn’t stop thinking about, the boy who made you gulp a liter of root beer, the boy who used to fiddle with your fingers.

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