Dear you,
I was clinging onto the tiny piece of hope inside of me, that was urging for you to remember me, but you walked past me and hardly gave me a glance. Instead, you nudged me out of your way and followed the path to your next class.
Dear you,
I'm sorry.
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Dear You
Teen FictionIt's not rare to find yourself infatuated with someone during the course of your high school years, nor is it hard to confuse an infatuation with true love. What is extremely rare is heading towards your final months of school, yet still having feel...
