I've become too
attached.
I miss you too
much.
You're the last thing I think of at
night,
and the first thing I think of in the
morning.
Every where I look I'm reminded of
YOU.
It's exhausting.
Loving you this much.
It's even more exhausting not knowing
if you feel the same.
YOU ARE READING
Paper Planes
PoetryLetters to him disguised as paper planes. I always think of you. Sincerely, Yours. 《Poems about my first love》
