The end of spring is fading fast and I'm going insane with how much I'm thinking of you. I'm sickly in love with you and I honestly need to purge you from my system.
But instead, I want you to feel the same clawing desperation. I need you to understand the anguish, the complete misery and bliss you give me. More than anything, I want to know your thoughts, the things your never admit to anyone. I want to know the lies and why it's easier to say that than the truth.
But my desires don't coincide with yours. But yours will always come first, I promise.
When you're up there, speaking on stage. I know this is hopeless. It's humiliating and crushing and it's tearing me apart. But somehow I still think: maybe.
My optimism is like a lone flower in a thunderstorm, still hoping to bloom once more.
Even the brightest people have dark edges.
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Short StoryWhenever 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...
