I Want Him Back

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What's the worst feeling on earth? The death of a family member? Maybe it's the sinking in your stomach when you know you've failed a test. When you're in denial, "He still loves me." That kind of pain that makes you want to hide, but you can't hide. You have to put on your fake smile, and face the world like everything is okay, when you know it isn't.

Falling apart because you're alone, and being alone because you're falling apart.

It all started when he said that we should go streaking down the city on our skateboards. I told him he was crazy; it was freezing as fuck and we'd get arrested. Now that he's gone, I wish we had.

Eventually, we did go out into the city. By midnight, we were so drunk that we could barely stand. He decided he would skateboard home. By two, he was already gone.

I can still hear the screams as his body hit the hood of the car.

Sometimes I blame myself. I shouldn't have let him go out. I shouldn't have gotten so drunk.

I should have told him how I felt.

He was the only guy that I had ever loved, and now I'll never speak to him again.
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guy/guy if you couldn't tell.