And I woke up today.
And you were the first thing I thought of.
Do you really not want anything to do with me?
Do you really feel like I'm unimportant now?
Do you really just hate me now?
I hate myself too.
But I'd be surprised if you did.
I thought you still cared about me.
I thought a lot of things.
Now I just think about you.
YOU ARE READING
dear ryan
Teen Fictiona collection of letters, poems, and rants, to the boy I love, the boy who broke my heart
