He was the the me I couldn't express... I was shy, timid and non-sports... He was outspoken and sporty... Everything I wanted to be and I liked him ... He was my appetite on days when I couldn't stomach food , which was most days. He was my teddy on my lonely days. He was my superhero in my neverending world of loving Rey... Rey... The epitome of perfection in my world.. even his name was perfect, it was Spanish and it meant King ... hell I wanted to be his king
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The problem with labeling relations
Poetryfrom crush,To really really like you, to I love you, to you are the love of my life, to I can't live without you, To I like but not in that way , to you are my mentor ..
