Having been able to love you was an honor.
To have felt your love was a blessing.
It was a love I pray everyone gets to experience.
It was a black and white love in a world of grey.
I have tried to write about you so often. But just thinking about our love hurts.
Memories of us are bittersweet
The rush of happiness and love that fills me up when I think about you.
About us.
Yet the pain and the heartache that I get at the same time.
How can something give me both the greatest feeling and the worst at once.
To run or to stay. We never knew.
We both tried to run a few times. But just the sight of the other person and any chance of leaving was gone.
YOU ARE READING
You
RomanceThis is a collection of letters and poems written to you. My first love. Most of it's sad. No, sorry, all of it's sad. But I just want to get it all out there. Because the love we shared is one the world deserves to witness too. Not to envy it...
