"you're mine"
"I'm yours"
If this was still true for all of my ended relationships, I would belong to boys filled with regret, a trans male who was closeted from his family, a girl thousands of miles away with long golden hair, and a girl that I can see any day of the week and still have butterflies. I will fall for anyone who is willing to pay attention to me, and I will proudly be in love with them until something goes wrong.
I'm still young and want to be a writer. I accept any criticism you'll throw at me. Please forgive and terrible typos or grammar errors.
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