Loving him was like chasing after the clouds; she knew it was impossible, but she still craved it, just for the excitement, the thrill it gave her; for the feeling of adrenaline coursing through her veins. But after a while, she realized it was pointless; absolutely pointless going after something that's completely out of your reach. Loving him was like wishing for the moon and stars to appear in her arms.
- Excerpt from a book I will never write #283
YOU ARE READING
for him. ✔
RandomFor all the boys I've been called 'Him.' These are poems and quotes from my fave writer to represent my feelings. For you.
