You would think with the way we talk he's mine, right?
We're together?
Wrong.
He's just a boy I met camping.
A boy who I sat around a fire with until 5am.
A boy that lives thirty minutes away.
A boy who I kept in contact with.
A boy who quickly became my best friend.
someone I couldn't live without.
Someone I soon caught feelings for.
Someone I soon fell in love with.
Way. Too. Fast.
He's the guy I met almost a year ago.
The guy I've barely spoken to since November.
The guy who once was my best friend.
The guy who is now a stranger.
So no.
We are not together.
We were not together.
Not at the time these messages were sent.
Nor the time you're reading them.
We will never be together.
YOU ARE READING
A.E
Poetry3 months ago I made this. Feeling like my feelings were overwhelming and no one understood. I mean who would? At such a young age who would understand heartbreak? Because for the longest time I didn't even know that's what I was feeling. 3 months a...
