dear frank
i'm standing on that one rock on that cliff at that beach we went to.
and i'm thinking that i would happily throw myself off it if it meant that you would come back. not even to me, just to breathing, to your family, friends, life.
i would drown forever to bring you back.
i would give up my senses
i would do anything, just to bring you back.
but it doesn't work like that.
frank, you're dead.
YOU ARE READING
seven stages
Romancedear frank. they say there's seven stages of grief. i guess they're right.
