He tells me he loves me each and every day. The funny thing is I do the same. I know that I love him and I hope he feels the same way. I can't touch, feel, hold or kiss him but it feels like he's always with me. Guiding me to him. I love him, I really do but it feels different with him. But why? Does he love me? Am I wrong to think that he is the one? What if there is someone else that he can touch, feel, hold and kiss? Why do I feel like I need to be with him or I'll die? Is it love or not even close? Is it fate or random? I guess only time will tell. I love him, I know but I guess the only thing I can do is keep loving.
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This is who I am
Short StoryA collection of multiple poems and short stories that breakdown my existence. I wrote all of these over six years ago when I was in high school. I was going though some rough times. I felt alone, not wanted and I really just needed someone to try to...
