The days with my heart wishing for him to magically be loved back keep going by. My heart craves and rages for hope that my mouth will just speak what I feel. Every time he's in front of me a piece of me almost tells him. My mouth opens and the words almost fall out until they disappear at my lips leaving only slight traces lingering on my tongue. He looks at me as if he's waiting, waiting for the words, but it must just be my eyes playing tricks on me because he can't just magically love me.
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The Love of Two Hearts
Historia CortaThis a short story of a boy and girl who have fallen in love with each other. They speak about their love in alternating chapters, starting with the girl. Please remember this as you read.
