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I am fifteen years old and I’m already tired.
I want more than what my life can offer. I want a small apartment in some far away city. I want to wake up warm and happy. Take my time and drink coffee as the city glows with the morning sun. I want little potted plants with dumb names and a cat that finds itself curled around my neck as I work. I want to spend my evenings cooking old recipes while singing my favorite songs. I want to go to small cafes during slow hours and read for hours. I want to fall asleep watching the red light of the city, falling in love between books and city blocks. I want to love being alive.
I am fifteen years old and I don’t have a choice. It’s funny, the only things I want are so achievable for everyone who isn’t me. I can never have what I want. I am Icarus chasing the sun, and like him I will crash and sink deep into the ocean’s cold embrace. one touch of the sun and I will melt, fall, and sink. I am fifteen years old and I am in love, but its with words on a page, the smell of coffee, afternoon sun shining through clean windows, sunflowers and grape vines, running barefoot in the grass, the smell of cheap paints, and laugher bubbling in my throat.
People always love stories of star-crossed lovers. Well here’s another.