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Too often.
In my thoughts, in my dreams.
When I look at the sky.
When I listen to music.
When I smile.
You don’t belong there.
In my thoughts.
You don’t fit in my life.
And your colors are too bright.
You make me happy.
You make me feel alive.
Yet my picture has already been painted.
And although you are beautiful.
You are nowhere in it.
I clear my throat, anxiously awaiting their feedback.
“Wow, you are quite the little poetess these days, Gabs,” Corrie teases. “That was great.”
Maeve reaches for her latte. “Yeah, really nice.”
“Kind of intense,” Kayla adds.
Corrie cocks a brow. “So… what was your inspiration?”
Damn, she’s always so nosy. “I don’t know… life, I guess.”
Corrie lifts her coffee to her lips. “It’s not about that Internet guy, I hope.”
“No, no, no,” I say, shaking my head. I’m such a liar — it’s totally about him. But I’d feel really ridiculous admitting that. “It’s just random.”
“Are you still in touch with him?” Kayla asks, curious.
The last time we’d spoken of him was when I showed them the picture of him and his dog. I haven’t mentioned him since. “Well…”
“Well, what?!” Corrie blurts. “You know he’s a fake, right?! He’s just playing you, sweetie.”
She gets to me. The way she says ‘sweetie’, so condescending. Is it so hard to believe that some hot guy might like me? Just because I’m not tiny and blonde like her, and I don’t wear five inch stiletto pumps like her, doesn’t mean…
“Well, he looked pretty damn real when we video chatted last night,” I scoff. The words just come out — I hadn’t meant to spill. Damn, me and my mouth.
Slacked jaws all around. They can’t believe their ears. “You video chatted?!” Corrie says, mouth still hanging — it’s more of a statement than a question.
I bite my bottom lip. “Yes,” I say meekly.I know, stupid, stupid, stupid.
Maeve is wide-eyed. “So what did you talk about? Was he as hot in real life?”
