Dear myself,
It's been so long. Times pass like seasons, and seasons go like lovers. Lovers leave like years and before you know it you're a good 2 years or so older. I think that maybe it's time for you to rest. Pull the thorns out of your heart and try to grow a garden. You've loved, lost, and now you must accept. I hope that you do grow a garden, and not paint the thorns and roses in your crimson blood.
Love, you.
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RomanceThis story was written in around 45 minutes. It's about a girl, who had two lovers, before they left her. The rest is up to interpretation, enjoy reading and maybe discover something new about yourself.
