He called me 'his girl' today.
We were playing baseball inside the pool concession stand, throwing pool toys as balls and using arm floaties as bats. It was my turn to pitch and I threw that little plastic turtle so hard our coworker Tyler struck out.
"That's my girl," Ryan exclaimed proudly around a fit of laughter.
If my heart gave as much effort into healing as it did into falling in love, I'd be fine right now.
I am fine. I am.
That's what we always say, isn't it?
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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...
