It just hurts so much.
I thought we had a spark. More than that, even. A flame.
I know we did. But I guess when you play with fire, you get burned.
That's why it hurts.
We burned so brightly we burned out.
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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...
