I hoped to God it was real.
I wish it was.
Talking about things in real life is show much easier than online.
But holy fuck, that was amazing.
I miss that nightmare I had in my most recent sleep.
It was beautiful, just like you were in it.
I was so happy
we were so happy
I want to go back.
You planted kisses on my face and neck in the most warm and innocent ways.
I held you, I actually did but I should have known it was too good to be true.
I love you.
I know that love is just a scream into an unknown world of emotion and stupidity and call me stupid but it happens to be true.
You're the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last before I go to sleep.
Anything said prior to this is you.
It has only been maybe eight or nine weeks, but I fell hard.
Quite fast as well to be honest.
Now I'm just sitting in my room writing this wanting to cry but not wanting to concern anyone because they've said you're not worth it.
God, please let that be true.
I need you to do me a favor, cut me off.
I've said this before, ignore me it'll only hurt less.
You did, and now it only hurts more.
Second time.
This time I need you to cut it.
Cut ties, cut me off.
I know you want to.
So just do it already.
If I can forget about your existence I can go back to living and breathing and being happy.
I've risked so much for this just to throw it all away in the end.
Maybe, this was a mistake.
I hope you see this and realize it's about you.
Cut me off, erase the damn mistake.
In the end, it'll only hurt l..
Hurt.
It is okay though, do not fret.
They have told me you are not worth it.
God, please let that be true.
