I wonder if the people I value think of me too. Do they even remember the smallest details about me? My favorite things, my least favorite and the things that I would want to have. I wonder if these people are lucky to have found me. I wonder.
But why do I wonder?
Well, I've always been the one who's always vocal about her feelings for the people she cares about. I talk freely. I risk whatever there is that I have to risk. This is me. And I wonder if they even love me the way I love them.- Thoughts | PN
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Untold: Words Left Unsaid
PoetryA journey through life, healing, grief, heart aches and loss. This is a book that allows you to look back at life and realize that there's so much more than what meets the eye. Here lies the words you never had the chance to speak. This is Untold.