(Writing under influence)

I wish I had the mental capabilities to explain the beauty I witnessed tonight.

Her highlight wasn't as on point as it used to be.
Her lips weren't LOLITA tonight.
Her outfit was a last minute decision just to fit in the occasion.

But still, seeing her was just as beautiful as the sunset on Hollywood Boulevard.

She was the first thing that popped into my head every waking moment for the past month, but I've come to realise that I was harping on false hope and I was leaning onto someone who wasn't ready for anything. I'm not ready too but I kept forcing myself to believe otherwise.

I'm over my ex, I'm just not over the fact that I was easily replaced. If my ex of almost 3 years could easily replace me with a guy she slept with within 2 weeks, what more a girl I just met a month ago?

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