"Sometimes i wonder if he misses me just as much as i miss him. why do i keep doing this? i keep sending more and more letters to him knowing; that as much as i crave for an answer, i will never receive one. then why? why do i keep checking my mailbox each morning, searching for any sign of life from one that i once asked to declare "mine?""
randal puts down the pencil, looking around his room.
his eyes land onto their once shared bed, how they'd hold eachother in a tight warm embrace every night and peacefully fall asleep in eachothers arms. randal remembers how he'd whsiper sweet nothings into his ears every night. now he lays in bed alone, staring at the ceiling, wondering "where did it all go wrong?"
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Don't You Know That I Have Really Never Loved Nobody But You?
Mystery / Thrilleruhm depressed gay writer/detective missed his finacé and is trying to find him while venting to his journal. Squirttopia AU. we miss you nine
