Do you know why it's hard to say goodbye? Because we afraid if our memories might not be able to remember them, rightly. The fact is, goodbye means good. No matter how hard.
~Aurora Esterlia

Comforts

So I met this guy.
We met at church.
He's not my type.
We talked.
Suddenly he realized I answered all his questions.
Then he changed.
He's my type.
We lived in a great house.
The street seemed really dangerous.
My dad brought me home.
I was afraid my sister would walk across the street.

Well, I didn't remember much.
It was comforting dream.
Like I have a great life.

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