If it were up to me, I would meet you at twenty-four. I feel like all the greatest love stories in the world start at that age, and ours would be included in the history of such an ancient, beautiful language.
If it were up to me, I would meet you at twenty-four. I feel like you would have known what you missed, after all these years, and would come looking for the love that I had selflessly given at age seventeen.
If it were up to me, I would meet you at twenty-four. I feel like you could love me, then.
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Feed the Muse: Inner Monologues (Vol. I) [√]
Non-FictionAn anthology of random essays, reflections, and other whatnots ©️ 2019 by RMAL