It's the beginning of the new year and I'm so sorry. I love you so much but I can learn to love again. I can never hold you captive with my feelings just to release me from heartbreak. But your grin still makes my insides squeeze together and my blood boil at the thought that it isn't me who's causing it.
What my point is, I'll move on if I have to.
Please don't make me.
Whenever you're focused on the page I can see your bright eyes, full of determination and creativity. A smirk appears on your face as your hand dances across the page. Making multiple lines form new things. There's this look of infinity and possibility in your eyes when I stare into them.
I find you undeniably intoxicating.
I wish I could get the image of you out of my head but I can't. I'd bury it if I could.
But I'm sorry. I never learned how to feel want in halves.
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NouvellesWhenever Adrian made friends and dated, her feelings were always genuine. She always cared about the people that came and went into her life, but knew better than to be the one to pursue the relationship. So, what happens when she falls for someone...
