"I like you," he confesses, fidgeting nervously.
I want to tell him that I like him back so badly, even it it's not the truth.
I want to tell this boy who I know would give me the world if I asked that his feelings are reciprocated, but they aren't.
I think they could've been, though. They could've been if I wasn't hung up on someone who doesn't love me anymore.
I want to tell him that, but I think it would only hurt even more."
- excerpt from a story I will never write #189 storiesiwillneverwrite // instagram
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Poetry"If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die." - This book will contain all of my favorite poems. None of them are mine, so I am not taking credit for any of them. However, if I decide to write a poem, and post it here then I will write my...
