I no longer hurt whenever I see you.
The ache in my heart is absent at the thought of you.
The flame in my heart faltered, one reserved for you.
I nearly loved you, enough to be remembered as the first.
Though I had to let go of the thought of you to let myself grow.
-Hopeless Romantic Weary Writer of Hearts to the clueless boy
YOU ARE READING
it's one-sided, so I'll hide it.
PoezjaThings I'll never tell you, but share to the world in anonymity.
