He/she’s like a handful of thoughts. His/her smile, his/her face, his/her personality, and himself/herself. He/she can make you laugh when you need it at the most. He/she’ll notice you when you feel invisible. He/she is that person that you used to know. Everytime he/she picks you up when you get tripped in the hallways. When people let you down and he/she get you through it. He/she help you realize what’s in front of you before you crash into it. That one day came where you had to tell that person how you feel. It’s too late. They have somebody. You thought he/she liked you. You guys stopped talking, you don’t talk anymore. He/she don’t help you anymore. He/she was a stranger that you fell for but he/she moved to quickly to catch up. You don’t know him/her anymore…
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Your piece definitely demands the reader to sit back and question who “this person” may be. Whether “this person” is an old-self, past lover, or ex-friend is up to the reader to confirm. Without so much as positioning each sentence in the third-person, you create a piece every reader will personalize.
Suggestion:
Remove the first “a”.
Do you have plans in expanding this piece? Perhaps adding more neutral details?
Would love to read an extension of this!
Best,
Michelle R.