10 years later.
"Ria. Her name is Ria." I spoke softly, looking out to the balcony facing the sea. I am recounting the old days to Rosie, or Ro, my lovely daughter.
It's been so long, yet her name still jolts and tugs at some strings in the deeply hidden part of my heart. It kind of still feels bittersweet (slightly more pain than sweet) when I see our pictures together --- that is, when I can bring myself to look at them.
"Does she know about this?" Ro asked.
"Shall we tell her?" I smiled, remembering all those feelings I had.
"Yeah! Go email her!" Ro got excited.
So off I went and started typing.
"Dear Ria..."
I wonder if I'll ever be brave enough to hit send.
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Forbidden Love
Poesia"Can you still love someone even if they don't love you back? If so, how much are you willing to put in?" Short poems and quick tales make up this collection and stories of people in love. This will contain multiple separate storylines, each similar...
