I want to fall in love,
But to be in the kind of love,
That would make Romeo and Juliet jealous.
The kind of love that explodes inside you,
The kind of love that controls you and
Changes you but makes you
Better than what you were before.
I wish I was a different person,
Living a different life-
A happier life,
Where I would be accepted, more and people would
Actually want to talk to me.
I wouldn't mind if it were far away from here
And I fell in love with someone else because
You wouln't matter in my new life.
But I'm here,
Writing these stupid words,
Like they are the promise of change.
Like they might make fate turn around and say,
"Chloe, you deserve a little love,"
And push you in my direction.
(found written on the inside cover of The Fault in our Stars)
YOU ARE READING
Faded
Teen FictionBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}
