whoever's listening//a.i.

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␛ eleven:forty-one am

dear whoever's listening, 

my doctor said i'm getting better, that if i keep taking my medication that one day i'll be okay. i'm starting to write a song about hayley. her dad said she's coming home tomorrow. she's better now. i'm trying to do the same as her. it's harder than i thought, but i love her. she picks up the pieces of whatever's left of me. i hope she still wants to me. i'm hoping she won't forget about it. everything was grey without her. i wish i could tell her i love her. memories are playing in my head so loud and i wish she was here.  i think i will ask her out, after sometime. for now, hoping that you won't forget about it.

thanks for listening.

love,

ashton 

p.s. it's so hard for me to see past your beauty.