i'm not the type to hold on to hate. i want to, but i know it just isn't who i am. instead i think i'd rather write.
i have thought about it, and i really think the best moments we had were early mornings on our bikes. you would quietly shower and eat, i would stretch and throw on my dress. just riding through the streets at 7 am, pausing at our corner for a kiss, and you heading out to work, pedalling fast. simple words and glances, the sky woke us up together.
i never got back in bed on those mornings, couldn't sleep. i just smiled and smiled all day, until you were back by my side at night.
that bicycle will never be anyone but you, that black dress will be that summer. i will have to deal with those thoughts next spring, i suppose.
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