Sometimes CanadaXReader

Sometimes a young man would stop at the window of a department store. His fingers would brush against the cold glass, as his eyes would dully stare at the display in front of him. Sometimes a wistful smile would curl at his lips as he found himself taken by old memories he couldn't bring himself to forget. Sometimes he swears it's almost like they're on replay. That soft (Color) hair is tickling his cheek as a heavy head leans against his shoulder, a laugh that isn't quite annoying is ringing in his ears, and excited (color) eyes are staring up at him.  Sometimes it just feels so real. It's almost like your there again. The young man wishes you were sometimes. He misses your loud voice, you whimsical ideas, and talk of dreams.

But as his eyes meet the ad in the window, and lock onto familiar (color) eyes printed on the large fine paper. He knows that it's the closest he'll ever be again to you, the girl he once knew. At the thought sometimes he allows himself to frown. He recalls how you never had a proper farewell, a final goodbye.

On the day you parted paths never had a hallway seemed so long.  Sometimes he thinks maybe it was his heavy step that made the path seem so long but deep inside he knew it was the doubt.  He'd left so much undone but had no choice but to go, the world was just drowning him and you his life raft had managed to slip away.  Some part of him wanted to turn back, and confess everything. His love, his feelings, his dreams, he'd wanted to pour himself out to you like you'd done with him. But seeing you smile lovingly at another boy he knew he couldn't.  So he'd left, just like that gone with the wind.

You never called, you never searched for him sometimes he thinks it's sad. But deep down he knew that to you he was only a phase. And it's okay he knew it all along, but sometimes he'd hoped for friendship. Though it never happened it was okay, he stilled loved you nonetheless. He never understood quite fully himself. But sometime he thinks it's because you fascinated him, never had he seen someone run so early on with their dreams. Never had he such in passion in someone so young, you made him feel like he could fly even if you were the only one who was. And so your joy was his joy, your success was just as good as his.

Sometimes he thinks it why he still brings himself to a halt at this window. Why he still chuckles to see your new ideas make it out onto the big screen, why he still smiles to hear your success, why he still feels inspired by you and why still feels joy in your happiness.

Because sometimes it reminds of an almost lover he knew so long ago.

He'd always known you'd make it.