I keep
Thinking that maybe
We are not supposed to
Be together.
There are so many differences
And so many alternate courses
Our lives will take us
And the chances are
So slim that you and
I
Might end up
In love.
What I feel for you is
Not love.
Not quite.
I think I would
Have to get to know you
Before
I can announce that
I love you with
All of my being.
Because right now,
You barely know me
And I hardly know you.
And what is love
If we do not know each other?
What is love,
If I don't even know myself?
(found under Chloe Mcmullen's pillow)
YOU ARE READING
Faded
Teen FictionBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}
