Dear Love,
I dont think of you often
Or really like you
Or even love you
You could say that i despise you love.
You have stolen people from my life.
You have broken me down and made me seem worthless.
But, in recent events i have came to love someone.
And i cant find a qoute for how i feel about him..
He is not my blue crayon
or the person that i think about first when i wake up
I could describe him as my white crayon
because thats the crayon ill never use that ill cherish forever. That i hold on to and use when theres darkness.
I could say that he is the second person i think about when i wake up because im usually thinking about how i hate the person who woke me up.
I could describe him as someone I hate
because when he doesnt respond to my texts for days on end it scares me and makes me want to hate him
But as soon as he messages me that hes okay i love him even more.
I could describe him as someone who hurts me
Love you are a twisted thing.
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Her Letters
JugendliteraturAuggie Had Letters. That she had written. To tell her story. She never got to send them though. But the worst part about them is. You are Auggie, You at some point are Auggie.
