Oct 2015
January 23, 2015, Friday, 8:58PM
I fell in love with the sad reality in which you wrote the first half of my book about how much you loved my imperfections and all the love I've always wanted to hear, and the heartbreaking realisation that, I, whom you once loved, am writing the last page — that I was loved by an author and how he tore off the first half of my book. His love for me.
I fell in love with the sad reality in which you wrote the first half of my book about how much you loved my imperfections and all the love I've always wanted to hear, and the heartbreaking realisation that, I, whom you once loved, am writing the last page — that I was loved by an author and how he tore off the first half of my book. His love for me.
Not a poem.
R.
R.
