✒️| It′s said that to be loved by a writer is to never be forgotten. Pieces of your heart and theirs bound together for eternity like a ship that will always come home to dock. You feel every emotion stronger, every touch softer, and every word spoken sweeter. But these words fall upon deaf ears, as you will always be out of reach. |📖

✒️| He′s been obsessed for years. Ever since Agnes smiled at him in preschool, he′s been completely consumed by them. They′re perfect. Everything about them is just perfect. Every poem written, every story drafted...was about them. |📖

✒️| It′s a cold, rainy day. Water droplets pound onto the classroom windows like bullets hitting a target, eliminating any chance of leaving the room for a break. Days like this are heaven for Theodore. He can spend all his time writing and staring at Agnes while they talk to their friends. They′re popular; it′s not surprising that they don′t waste their time talking to loners like him. So he just sits and writes, his heart beating out of his chest every time he looks up and sees Agnes′s face. |📖