Missing someone for nearly two months sucks.
Because eventually people get tired of the tears.
And people get tired of the despair you bring.
And no one cares that you're still heart broken.
Including you.
I still miss you.
But I'm not allowed to talk about it anymore.
Because no one wants to listen.
So I closed myself off.
And I became quieter.
And now I'm just a shell.
Of the girl you used to love.
YOU ARE READING
dear ryan
Teen Fictiona collection of letters, poems, and rants, to the boy I love, the boy who broke my heart