"He doesn't even know I exist," she sighs.
"I know that means that I don't love him, that it's really the idea and the mystery he carries, but I think that maybe someday I could eventually fall in love."
"It's not love, it's infatuation, and I know that, but I can't help but dream at least a little. It's human nature."
- excerpt from a story I will never write #226 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...
