She was she.
She was her.
Whenever I looked at her, she was bound to set my heart on fire.
It was her who began to make me feel and see that there is more to living.
And though she said she was a bad person -her words and not mine- I still loved her so.
Until she broke me more than I was already broken.
And taught me the true meaning of never to love again.
Because...
She was She.
She was Her.
She was Anna.
~OmaPhinaPhire🔥
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The Girl After My Heart
ChickLitWarning: Not a happy ending because not everything has to be.
