Loving Intern: Chapter VII

Updated: Sep 13

A Heartbreaking Handshake


A week passed by and my thoughts about conveying my love kept delaying every day. Every time I saw him, I wanted to reveal that I am his mysterious poet and lover, but for some reason, I waited for the perfect time.

Every day I adored the moments when he applauded the poem and spoke about me naively not knowing that it was me.

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