"Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else."
― Sarah Cross, Kill Me Softly
This is me. The story of my true but somehow unrequited love.
I have decided to make a separate collection of poetry just for poems under the broad theme of love in the hopes of maybe one day publishing it as a collection. Any comments/suggestions/help about that process would be greatly appreciated.