Dear You,
You might think I'm naive but I feel love at 15. I feel heartbroken at 15. I feel pain at 15. I feel alone at 15.
You just wait until you meet that one person who keeps your world turning. You just wait until that person doesn't love you. You just wait when you cry every night. And you just wait when the darkness of loneliness takes over your nights like the sleep that only other people get.
Don't tell me I'm naive. Don't tell me I can't love. Don't tell me I can't feel heartbreak or pain or depressed. Don't tell me what I can and can not feel.
Sincerely,
Me
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Dear You
Non-FictionThe letters to those who need to understand, hear me out and know.
