Tonight is another one of those nights.
When nothing and no one is on my mind but you.
And I can't sleep because of it.
It's not hard to admit that you're still my everything.
But it's hard to admit that I might have to get over that eventually.
And it's hard to admit that in 3 days I might not hear from you.
Even though you promised two months.
And I've said enough time that I kept my promise.
So I really, deeply hope that you'll keep yours.
YOU ARE READING
dear ryan
Jugendliteratura collection of letters, poems, and rants, to the boy I love, the boy who broke my heart
