He was the prince of the highest of the highest.
She was a dirty, rotten lowlife.
He had everything.
She had nothing.
He loved her.
She didn’t know if she could love him.
He left everything for her.
She didn’t want him.
Yet still he loves her.
Yet still she rejects him.
Prologue:
I almost called you last night.
I picked up the phone, my finger hovering above your name.
I was going to tell you something funny,
I don’t remember what now,
The flowers died on Monday.
They had always flourished before that.
Red, yellow, green, and blue.
They were always full of life.
Like her.
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