Love has always been the most complex of emotions. Its power bestows responsibilities but not rights.
I had no right to his heart, but I was blessed to love him with my own. I had no right to his time, but he gifted me with moments. I had no right to his love, but I was given the honor to know what it felt like.
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The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.