Casual

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Written by Anonymous

was it casual when we kissed all night? or when I would wait for you to kiss me every time I saw you? The devastation I felt when you never kissed me again, or when you got a boyfriend. Was it casual when my parents said they loved you like a daughter? Was it casual when I held you in my arms and brushed your hair? The nights when we would stay up all night, laughing until we passed out. Remembering that dark room where you stared at me, the night after we fought and you apologized and wouldn’t look away from me? I remember the night when we stopped being friends very vividly. It took a lot of guys, I’m still surprised I did it some days, but it was the right time. It was never casual the way I felt. I wished every night it would change. Some days I got to my knees and prayed. I didn’t know who I was praying to but I knew I was praying for something. It will never be the same again. What’s not casual is the way I’ve changed. How much I’ve grown and flourished in my own skin. The people I’ve met and connected with. The way you are a fleeting thought in the labyrinth of my mind.