Speaking as Alexander –Waste of my love-

I once filled a 100-sheet composition book over to cover with poetry and presented it as a gift to a girl. She held on to it for maybe a day, if even that. I recall her reading some in front of me. In the end she didn’t keep it, claimed she would lose it, so it was better if I kept it.

I remember how I painstakingly wrote all the letters neatly and dated all the poems so that she could read and enjoy it clearly. I was so proud of that book. It was the first time I had filled a composition book in such a short period of time and all on the same subject.

Her returning the book was very symbolic. It was like she returned my love back to me. I wasted my love in those pages, because I don’t believe she even read it all. Unappreciative does not begin to describe her.

Waste of my love fits better.