CHAPTER 67 ~ LOVE AND POEM ~ NATALIA~ My eyes never left his eyes, even if I wanted to, I just couldn't. The intensity in his eyes and the words were full of assurance. An assurance that was telling me there was a future for me out there, with Caspian. But I know, deep down, I know that I would ruin this again. Because that's what I do. It's my toxic trait. I wasn't always like this, Romeo played the most essential part in this, he ruined me and put me in a place where I could never see good in someone. I would always doubt them, would doubt their words, would doubt their actions, would doubt the way they touch me with nothing but affection."I'm not sure if I'm ready for that kind of love or any kind of love. I just am not ready for any kind of love." Love breaks us and turns us into the version we couldn't recognize. It only looks good on paper, used in poems by poets. Inked down as the beautiful thing and the beautiful feel someone could encounter. But for me, it was just words.
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