I hope you know that I squeezed every last ounce of juice out of my heart to write these lines down. We may never fall in love with each other, but even if we stay friends forever, know that you were the reason for all this. My feelings for you have inspired me to write again, and you may never read this, but I hope that one day you do and that my words of lust and of love open your eyes to a new world.
If you ever read this, I hope you like it. Because I really like you.
YOU ARE READING
I Was She
Poetry[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
