One month.
That means one more month to go right?
I don't know if I can be sure about that.
I don't trust anyone or anything anymore.
I can't be entirely sure about anything.
It just hurts to know that I still love you.
I'm just saying the same things over and over.
But what else is there to say other than I miss you?
YOU ARE READING
dear ryan
Genç Kurgua collection of letters, poems, and rants, to the boy I love, the boy who broke my heart
