I had this overwhelming conscious revelation that day. I realized that I was a diligent silhouette. A lost echo. I was your shadow. I realized by looking down and seeing you and me. I had never looked down before because all I ever had eyes for was you. I figured I was never beautiful, and before all this, it never mattered to me how I looked. And now, all I could do was seethe from feeling cheated and admire you. I never asked to be your shadow. I never asked to fall in love with you. I wanted more out of life. I wanted to be with you. But I guess I'll be with you until you die. Together forever, right, love? I'm sorry for myself that I love you.
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P.S. Remember I Love You
RomansAfter watching a woman walk past, an observant being falls madly in love with her. It confesses its undying love for her over and over, but it goes unheard. With nothing left to do, it watches her from afar as she lives out her life. As her certifie...
