Cringey Love poems

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I had to change this story which is similar to my story, but changed in to the life of a 15 year old in the 1910's for some reason.

She really does love him, it's the first time she had liked someone because of their personality.

His name is......, even the thought of him lights up her heart, he didn't come to see her yesterday. She cried and cried. It helped a bit.

I miss him.

Now she doesn't know if they will even cross paths. Every time he crosses her mind she sheds tears, wishing this cruel and lonely life would come to an end.

I miss him.

She knew his heart belonged to another, betrothed to her, and that's why he didn't come, she was still worried though. She still believed no one could treat him better than how she could. She would pray every night that no dark being shall come near him and he will have a good comfy night. She knew she will never have a chance with him and said,

'Whoever he ends up with is truly a lucky person.'

I miss him.

(2nd person point of view)

I have had many crushes during my 15 years of living. I liked the other boys because of their looks, but he's so nice to me, encouraging of others. If any one, even my mother, talks ill of him I secretly curse at them.

I miss him.

Even as I write my last note before I am leaving this world to find another, tears come sliding down as I remember every moment we had, what we could have become if I had been more careful, I still wish he would see how I dedicated waking up every morning in hope to become closer to him, made his every wish come true in hope for nothing in return but love, death doing us apart.

I love him.

I love you, Ethan, even though I know you will not return my feelings, or I will have a chance to see you in the next world, I will always remember you.