I'm scared you'll leave.
That by the time I get the chance to win you back, you'll have decided that you're going.
I know you were thinking about it.
I know you'd love it.
If you gave me a chance, I'd probably go with you.
I'd go to the end of the universe with you.
If you left...
I don't know what I would do.
I just have to think in this moment.
And how I'm going to win you back.
YOU ARE READING
dear ryan
Dla nastolatkówa collection of letters, poems, and rants, to the boy I love, the boy who broke my heart