We played *Uno and at 8:30 we were about to go.
"I had fun." I smiled.
"I did too. Thanks for coming. " She hugged me.
"We should do this everyday. " I want to see her everyday. I want to be told stories everyday, not just any stories. Her stories. I want to hear more about her. I want to know her. Does she want to know me?
"Maybe every month or so, but you're always welcome over. "
Dominic smiled at me. He knew I liked her but I will never admit it. Not to him. Not to her. It will remain a mystery. We went home. I laid in bed just thinking of her until I went to sleep.
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The Leftovers
UngdomsfiksjonI had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.
