A girl met a boy, and she loved him more than
moonlight
and the starry sky,
more than
the changing seasons,
or oversized sweaters
more than
Polaroid's, and postcards,
old type writers, or record players,
concert tickets, and the
highlighted text in her favorite novels
She had come to love everything he was
and everything she made him into.
Her heart swelled as the days passed by,
she was so full of love, and hope that she forgot to do
what so many forget to do.
She forgot to leave room to lover herself
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