I always told you I despised him. I warned you.
I bet you read this and still fell in love with him. My descriptions haven't even scratched the surface of everything that is Ryan. You had all my warnings and yet somehow I bet you loved him, or the little part of him that I shared with you.
Imagine loving him so much more than that. And then having it ripped away.
I bet our love story made you sad and you didn't even have to live it.
That's why I can't stop thinking about him.
I had all the warnings for myself. He always gave off a vibe that was somehow... Bad.
And yet I loved him anyway.
I cannot control where my heart goes. Everyone always tells me to just... Follow it.
Follow your heart.
Well, I can't anymore.
Because I don't know which piece to follow.
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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...
