Princess,
Turkey is by far the most beautiful country I've ever seen.
I'm in Izmir right now, a small town where people are warm and welcoming, and the view here is breathtaking. You'd love it.
I met this guy named Omer. He's a local here and he kind of took me under his wing. I might stay a while to make some money selling fish at the shore.
I feel at peace in this city.
Omer says I drink way too much. And that I look homeless.
I don't know if you'll ever read these words. To be honest, I don't even know why I'm writing them.
I guess part of me still hopes I'll see you one day.
But every day, my hopes get dimmed out a little more. I don't know how long I can do this, Quynn.
I'm scared that all the love I carry for you will turn into hatred because I'm mad at you for making us go through this.
Damn you.
Damn me.
Damn fate.
I think I'm drunk.
I'll go to sleep now. Maybe I can see you there?
Love,
Mute.
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All I Want #1.5 : Words Left Behind
PoetryThis is a short collection of poems and love letters written by Quynn and Mute after their breakup as they try to make sense of it all. It can be read as a standalone, or after completing All I Want #1 to get better context.
