If you were to ask me what love was, I wouldn't know. The colorful love I used to know had already died a long time ago. People say things happen for reasons, but I believe people are those reasons. I miss him more than I can say. If someone gave me the choice, I would've gladly switched places with him or at least been with him. But that wasn't the case. I wish I never wish I fell in love. That way, I wouldn't be suffering like right now.
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The Art of Missing You
Teen FictionIf you were to ask me what love was, I wouldn't know. The colorful love I used to know had already died a long time ago. People say things happen for reasons, but I say, people are the reasons. I miss him more than I can say. If someone gave me the...
