Him
And, the sad truth was: he really could have loved me so well, and he would have, too. He would have opened my door, bought me vibrant purple irises, and kissed my cheek. But his idea of forever and mine just weren’t the same. He wanted to settle down in the same small town where we met, and I wanted more. The sad truth was he could have and would have loved me so well, but I could not give him the same in return. I wanted more. I needed more. And I gave him up because I knew him.
From Guest Contributor Kelsey Swancott
Kelsey is a senior majoring in English with a minor in Visual Arts and Spanish while also being involved in the campus literary magazine Angles. She plans on furthering her education by getting her master’s degree in English as well.
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