Not a second goes by that I don't miss you.
That I don't think of you.
That I don't smile at something silly you've done in the past.
And I don't remember your voice.
The same voice that told me how much I was loved for 13 months straight.
The same voice that told me how beautiful I was for so damn long.
The same voice that would talk me to sleep every night.
The same voice that I fell in love with.
I feel like I hardly know you anymore.
I wonder how you feel.
YOU ARE READING
dear ryan
Roman pour Adolescentsa collection of letters, poems, and rants, to the boy I love, the boy who broke my heart
