His sense of humor was impeccable. There was not a day I worked with him that the pool area didn't ring with laughter.
His laugh is my most favorite sound.
By that I mean I detest it.
Just like I detest the rest of him.
His smiles, his laugh, his pretty eyes.
I despise all of them.
But somehow I can't make myself hate them. I'm pretty damn close though. And what hurts the most is that I want to hate him.
My greatest fear is that one day, I will stop loving someone while they still love me. And through the shattered lens of their broken heart, they can still see fragments of the person they fell in love with, but I'm not the same.
I'm scared someone will learn to despise the parts of me that they once loved.
The cruelest thing the world has done to humans is designed love to be fragile.
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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...
