The girl that loved me

The girl that loved me

A Story by Adriana
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Ann-Marie was as a love letter...

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Ann-Marie was as a love letter, written in cursive. By a girl struck by cupid's arrow. Neatly folded, wrapped with a ribbon, sprayed with a perfume smelling of roses. A letter so perfect and never sent, a letter so perfect it still has her scent. Taken by the wind, paper rustling on bustling streets.

Ann-Marie was as a love letter, crumpled on the ground. When somebody would pick her up and read her, she gave them all the love her letters had to give. Then they'd throw her in the wind. One day as she was flying through, I found her too.

Ann-Marie was as a love letter, taken by my hands. I did my best to smooth her edges, not let her fly alone again. I read her as I fell asleep and in the morning light. I never knew her words were meant truly for my eyes. As hard as I tried to hold on to her tight, the wind took her one day, far away.

Ann-Marie was as a love letter, in the wind again. Only as it took her did I see my name. Now she is eternally somewhere in the sky, I hope somewhere high, away from cruel eyes. I always will remember her, looking at the skies. 

© 2025 Adriana


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Added on March 11, 2025
Last Updated on March 11, 2025
Tags: love, lgbtq, letter, love letter

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Adriana
Adriana

Bulgaria



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I'm Adriana, I'm 16 years old and I've loved writing ever since I learned to write, so I am on this app to share it with you and see ur writing as welll more..

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