Dear Love,
At last, you called me yesterday evening.
You asked me where I had been.
I told you the truth that I had gone on a date with Ryan, I thought you would be happy for me.
But,you weren't happy.
You shouted at me.
You shouted at me for going on a date with him.
And then you added, "with that man".
You gave so much of emphasis to that word "that man".Why, are you jealous.
If you are,then I would have been happy.
But,you were only that overprotective, bestfriend/brother.Maybe,we will always last as the same.
I love you.
Yours,
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RomanceLoving someone is easy. Seeing them love someone else may hurt a little more. But,seeing them getting married is even more worse. I am Emily and this is my unrequited love story.