To A., J., J., And N.
Would you love me if I were skinnier, if I were prettier, if I was popular? You are Romeo and she is Juliette. I am merely Shakespeare, watching your stories unfold. My heart is an apple. You made applesauce. In dreams you are mine. Who are you? Why can't I decide? You take my breath away. If I am the sky then you are the ocean and she is the sand.
-R.
