This still doesn't even feel real.
What was it like to hold your hand?
What was it like to be held by you?
What was it like to hear 'I love you'?
I don't remember any of it.
And that's most definitely the hardest part.
YOU ARE READING
dear ryan
Teen Fictiona collection of letters, poems, and rants, to the boy I love, the boy who broke my heart
