You know, I really miss the way she looked at me. She had stars in her eyes, whole paragraphs written just for me.
I wonder if I'll ever get to feel that way again. Loved. Adored.
I wonder if I'll ever even come close.
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Pieces Of Me [an online journal of sorts]
Non-FictionA collection of rants, confessions, and relatively-short entries in which I explain why I'm a horrible human being.