He
He is the one I love. The one who left me and went to the other. I now suffer, and I miss him. I don't know what to do. Forget it. But how could he have forgotten, when I see him every day in College. And in his sleep he dreams about me. It seems to me that I was delirious. But I awake. He, only he is in my head. In my soul. In my heart.
что это за сочинение пятиклассника?
It is not a composition. This is my story of my love