It was after the second time working with him that I had to acknowledge how much I actually liked him. I went home, and I got out my phone and I looked up his name.
He had Instagram. I followed him.
You wouldn't believe what my heart did when he followed me back two minutes and forty-six seconds later.
I wish I could make myself block him.
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He Is, He Isn't
RomanceThe first day I met him we established three things: our names, my intelligence, and his stupidity. Only one thing remains the same. My name is still Ellie, and his is still Ryan. _____ A poetic story of love, heartbreak and laughter, and all the e...
