I held his hand tight, and I was never letting go… at least that’s what I told myself when it all began. Because I ride or die. And if I love you, if I care about you I’m always going to be by your side. But somehow I’m the one that’s always being left.
Of course when we started there was nothing platonic about it. It was an instantaneous intense connection. One neither one of us could deny. A p...
I loved. That was always my story. I loved. Probably too much. Always pouring from a cup that was never replenished. I loved. I never looked back. I never regretted it. Because I wouldn’t be me, if I didn’t put my all into it. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t try until my heart was black and blue. But I was never loved back in the right way. In the way that took me serious. In the way where they actua...