To the boy who made me understand happiness and my worth at another level.
To the boy who would never be mine.
To anyone stuck. Stuck just somewhere, life, a situation, understanding yourself, your best friend, your crush, people, your parents. Trying to figure it out. To anyone who cries themselves to sleep because that's the only ounce of comfort. To anyone who questions their existence. all the descriptions under the sun.
I get it. I've been there and nowhere. Sometimes one or the other. Sometimes at once.
This story is for me —
This story is for you.
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