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AnastasiasDecember — i, a lover of bad things
Published: 2013-03-03 12:00:42 +0000 UTC; Views: 206; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 1
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sometimes i meet people who aregood.
not great nor grand nor spectacular or
any positive adjective other than good.
they are just good people
who are good.
i met one once and
i will never see him again
(of this i am almost certain).
he shares the name with a boy i hate but
i do not hate him.
he is good.
in any other life i guarantee i could have had
a future with him
and it would have been good
because he was good, he is good
and he would have made me better.
meeting him was like a one night stand where
all we did was talk and laugh and insult each other and
bickering like a married couple, we ran races down a hill.
and it was good.
i met one good boy
(one good man)
and he could have kissed me, but he didn't.
he could have held my hand and dragged me away from the crowd,
but he didn't.
he could have made my night and made me better and we could have been
good,
but he didn't,
and he won't,
and we will never be,
because he
was just too
good.
(i met a good man once, but -
he shared the name with a boy i hate, though
i will never hate him because -
he was far too good for me)
