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Mila | Denver

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"Last night I had a dream—"

"—a dream about the past when we were both teenagers—"

"—I was sixteen—"

"—I was seventeen—"

"—we were sitting next to each other on the curb outside his house, our legs outstretched on the empty road. The light of the street lamps was cutting through the darkness of the night—"

"—the world around us stilled as we talked about everything—"

"—about things that happened during the day—"

"—about our memories—"

"—about what we dreamed of becoming—"

"—and we laughed at each other's failed relationships—"

"I wonder what could've happened if I told him I loved him..."

"I wish I was able to tell her that night that I loved her."

"I wish I had the courage to tell him."

"I had built up too much space between us by shunning away from the chances to say how I felt."

"But it was too late."

"And I was too late."