You Wanted Different.

     When I first met you  I told you I loved storms, and you told me that I wasn't like other girls.

     I revelled in the idea of being different, the way it slid off of your tongue made it seem so appealing.

     It made me feel like, in this whole big world, I wasn't just another star in the constellation that

     intrigued you. I was a supernova, bright and briliant and different. 

     But now every girl I meet seems to be in love with storms and different isn't so differen't anymore. 

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