Skylar Elizabeth Hunter > Writing | WritersCafe.org

There's not an end to this story. At least not yet.

I will never stop loving you. But that doesn't mean this has to kill me, either.

I was happy before I met you. I was happier when I was with you. But now I am cold and sad. It's funny how that works.

In our relationship, my love competes with your money. And I'm afraid I'm going to lose.

I am a flawed individual. I am human. I am beautiful.

I will not apologize for being me.

This is for the person I will be on the 14th of January. My 18-year-old self. I wish you the best

All the love to my boyfriend who reminds me every day that I am important.