I only have one question.
One burning, tear-jerking question that I'm not even sure I want to ask you.
I'm not even sure I want to know the answer.
Because if it is the answer I don't want to hear, I know I'll be done for.
I know I wouldn't be able to last another day.
Do you really not love me anymore?
YOU ARE READING
dear ryan
Teen Fictiona collection of letters, poems, and rants, to the boy I love, the boy who broke my heart
