He was the boy who played like the world was ending. I was the girl who watched from the shadows, writing every unsaid feeling into poems he'd never read.
Twenty-four letters.
Twenty-four moments.
Twenty-four ways I tried and failed to let him go
This is not a love story told in real time.
It's a story of silence, glances, missed chances and the kind of love that lingers long after the final buzzer.
He was Jersey #24.
And these are the letters I never had the courage to send.
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She lies
She pretend
She's not the girl who you think she was
Nothing remains in this cruel world, love would fade, trusts are meant to be broken, and lives are meant to end.
-WroteoAndJuliet