And that was the hardest goodbye I've ever had.
But I felt you holding me one more time.
And I got to kiss you one last time.
And you don't love me.
And I'll never stop loving you.
Even if you hate me.
Even if you spat in my face.
Even if you never talked to me again.
And if I grew old and married to someone.
I would still love you.
I'll always love you.
Promise.
YOU ARE READING
dear ryan
Teen Fictiona collection of letters, poems, and rants, to the boy I love, the boy who broke my heart