When I started to write this, I was certain that I would spend my life with this girl.
By that time I've only known her for not long enough for people to tell me my feelings were justified.
I suppose sometimes, your heart knows more than your head ever will.
I wrote this, hoping to achieve what I deem unachievable; describing the unconditional and growing love that is boiling within me, and, dare I believe, others as well.
I failed miserably, but I came close enough to be satisfied.
I want to thank her for staying by my side through everything we've been through together. Things that are better left unmentioned.
Times will get better if we just stick around.
I want to thank you for reading all of my thoughts and feelings, and I hope it inspired you or has given you a different outlook on the theme of love and her unshakable counterpart, dread.
~ T. W. J. George
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Her
PoetryIt's her. It can only be her. My desperation has struck new limits for this girl. There are a lot of odds against us. The undeniable attraction. The pain of not being able to touch one another. The scare of our future. And the uncertainty of whether...
