For months now, people have been wanting to know our story.
We've been the headlines and topic of discussion every time we walked into a room together, and people paid extra close attention every time we exchanged hushed whispers.
We'd have people walk up to us, wanting to know the details.
"There's no story, we're friends." We'd tell them.
I never thought I'd be an actress starring in a real-life movie with you, let alone fall for my co-star.
I never thought that meeting each other in private would be so thrilling; we had no choice but to be secretive or the voices of people would start stirring, and snapshots would blind us.
This is it.
As I get ready for our big premiere, I wonder what you're going to tell the press.
Will you confess your love for me?
Will you tell them the acting was all real?
Will you let our relationship go public?
I just hope that as you make your appearance tonight at the screening, you'll look at me and think:
"You're who I've been missing out on."
- "Old Hollywood."
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her revelation (journal entries)
Poetryjournal entries containing poetry and thoughts about all three people i've been in love with, along with some traumas and self-loathing sprinkled in-between.
