dearest,
the inevitable comes back to haunt me and tell me that you are not mine. This very thought destroys who i am as a person who is never loved, but always loves. I am trying to tell myself that I have no right to cry over you but the vision of you loving me back and giving my your heart in return of mine makes me heart flutter out of my chest. But, it is gullible to even hope in such a cruel world. No matter how much I am in love with you, I will never experience the feeling of bliss when you decide to hold me in your arms and let me stay there forever.
I am in love with you, hopelessly in love with you. And I am starting to think all this love for you will only be in vain.
YOU ARE READING
the dead poet's lover
Puisithe very thought of you shatters me. and i am trying to fix myself once again.
