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"she loved him when she shouldn't have and perhaps that is what broke her," they whisper.
that's what they say. that's what they all say. i came here to write this. i came here to write this letter, just so i may ask you:
is it true?
is it true that you broke me? is it true that you scattered the shattered pieces of my heart throughout the vast, vast universe so that the others may not see them and put them back together?
is it true that you did it on purpose, manipulation in your mind, thin puppet strings hanging between your hands?
is it true that you broke me so that you could see just how far i was willing to go? so that you could see just how far i'd go to prove to you that i loved you so?
is it true? is any of it true? is it all true?
i hope not because i'm a selfish person. i hope not so that i can prove how false it is — their ( in my own selfish person opinion ) oh-so warped version.
i hope it's not true because it would mean i was a fool. because it would mean that you ( the love of my life, the love of all my lives ) didn't love me, which would mean that you were cruel and i don't want that to be.
i don't want you to be cruel — i want you to be the person i fell in love with. the person i'm still in love with, because i'm a lovesick fucking fool.
and yet despite my wishes here i am, writing a letter so long it's currently spanning seven inches, asking you and hoping you answer because if you don't, it would only reinforce the fact that the rumours are correct, and that i am a selfish person and a selfish fool:
