Fan Fiction
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«Blue jeans, white shirt…»
«Blue jeans, white shirt…»
I will love you ‘till the end of time
May God damn this radio… The words crossing my brain are so familiar to me; it sounds like the story of my life.
The same life that just two weeks ago flew away from my hands… T.
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was the first time we kissed. It feels like it was yesterday. You were wearing those blue jeans and that white shirt. You looked cute and sweet, but there was a veil of sexiness in that, it just blew my mind. I never felt like that, I was falling for a woman I barely knew; the only thing I knew was that I wanted to live my whole life with you. I can still feel the sensation of my lips touching yours…
You fit me better than my favorite sweater
We fit so well. Our lips were like two pieces of a puzzle. Destined to be together and linked to each other. You can call it fate – or whatever you like – but that day I, immediately, thought that we were meant to be.
And I know that love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby!
It was, indeed, December when we first met. In my gallery. Your boyfriend took you there; he was an art collector. My eyes literally burnt when you walked into the room. I could feel that burning feeling crossing my body when our hands touched for the first time. But love is mean, love hurts. I don’t have the privilege to feel that sensations anymore.
You said you had to leave to start your life over,
I was like ‘no please, stay here, we don’t need no money
We can make it all work’
I think that’s when our life together became to fell apart. You started to turn into a kind of money-obsessed woman and you kept rubbing the fact that I was jobless directly in my face. Making me feel useless and worthless. But I know, somehow, I deserved it. I hurt you too. But I couldn’t stop begging you not to go away from me. But I realized it was too late; you were already gone. Not physically, but your heart wasn’t there anymore by then.


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