I shouldn't have assumed that you will someday be mine. My dreams do not even let me see you, not even a glimpse of your perfect face, your undone hair, or even the heel of your shoes.
I saw you kissing her passionately, and it is too selfish of me to think of something that disapproved you happiness.
I never smiled.
YOU ARE READING
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Teen Fiction[tw: suicide/self-harm on chap 19] You just want to feel loved. To feel important. To leave a mark in this too messed up world. To feel pretty, even just for a second. But when no one loves you back, this might be the end of struggling. :spiritual::...
