Love. What is love exactly? You say I love you to your family, husband, and boyfriends/girlfriends. But does anyone really know what it is? I could give you my opinion, the opinion of a gothic high school girl. But first let me introduce myself, I'm Hanna, Hanna Loversheart and I am sixteen. Yes, I am goth, or so other people call me, I just mainly wear black, doesn't mean I'm in a cult, or do drugs. Black is just slimming. I am a reader and writer and what doesn't make sense is love. I've read so many romance novels, they always profess their love but someone is always being hurt. While I was laying on my bed thinking this, I saw a little note stuck to the outside of my window. I got up and took it, I opened it and it was a love letter... Kind of... It read:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you,
But the roses are wilting,
The sugar bowl is empty,
And so is my love for you.
This letter creeped me out just a little, I took it to school and showed my friends, but the thing is, they were extremely creeped out. They told me if I get another one to tell someone, and that's when I opened my locker and a ton of rose pedals fell out. The letter is taped to my books. It read:
Hanna, I love you.
Why did you break up with me?
Then I knew, it was Ian who was practically stalking me, I broke up with him over a week ago. I am over and done with him.
~Stalker or Ex?
By: Cady
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