❛ dear braeden, i'm still at the restaurant, still haunting our corner, with my legs crossed in the dim light. my pinned up hair is collecting dust but i'm still right where you left me. everybody moved on, but i'm the one who stayed here. but i have one question, just one. do you think i could have one more kiss? i'll find peace and have closure and then i'll go. maybe, one more dinner, one more walk, and one more football game. i'll be full and happy, and ready to let you go. but maybe, in between events, we can just be laila and braeden, play the piano and laugh at our jokes. one more prolonged moment that will become a memory. my hope is that if we add up all of our one mores, that maybe, you'll end up realizing that leaving isn't the best choice. that maybe all of our one mores was enough to have you give me one more memory that i can use to tell my mother how much i loved you, how much i wanted you to hold me as more than just a friend. but that's not real. you and i both know that. there aren't anymore one mores, are there? i met you when i was a girl daydreaming about love and the only thing i worried about was finishing the weeks reading log. and maybe, we all have new possibilities, for me, for you, for the band, for everyone in our lives. but not... for us, not anymore. somewhere between our friendship, i realized i loved you and i would always be here, right where you left me. 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂... ❜
