When I was younger, I would sit with my feet trailing the water, leaving soft ripples in their wake. I would stay out until the sun had gone down, the only sign of life left being the croaking frogs and humming bugs, imagining someone sitting beside me. There was something so calming and magical about it, a hope blossoming in me that told me I could amount to everything I wished.
Then I grew up, and all of those moments came to a halt. Hope came tumbling down, I didn't want to be caught dead with the dreams I had. It was funny in a way, how much influence other people had over me. When I finally realized, I figured it was too late for me, that I would have to stay the way I was forever.
Then I met Milo.
He was everything I ever wished to be, everything I wished to have. I was convinced he was perfect in every way, that he could do no wrong. He was explosions of light behind my eyelids, illuminating my mind in a way nothing else ever could.
I loved him.
I only wished he loved me back.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers
RomanceI never meant to fall in love, but when he whispered in my ear, I knew I was ruined.
