I want to stop thinking about him, I really do.
I want to stop worrying about where he is or what he might be doing. I want to be able to hold a conversation about boys without bringing him up.
I want to stop comparing his beauty (inside and out) to flowers. I want to stop thinking about him when I see the sunset.
I want to forget everything about him, but at the same time I don't because he reminds me that some good comes out of a little rain.
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Portraits
PoetryThis is mainly for personal reasons, I guess. I was told that when I explain my thoughts they might make more sense to me. △ "I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right." - Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief"
