O8 . 13 . 2O24
It's 3am, and I miss him desperately. I long for the sound of his voice, but I don't want to burden him with guilt. I was a terrible partner, and I know he loves someone else now. I'll find solace in the heavens. Maybe I'll become the brightest star in the sky, always watching over him. But do I truly exist? Do I even matter?
