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Flash Forward III

Flash Forward III.

Subtext: To whom it may concern...

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My Love,

I'm sorry for all of this mess. I caused this. I made this abomination I call my life. But this is life. And life is love. So our love, or my love, is a monster. Our love means your love. And I'm a monster. Making your love, me, a monster. I'm a monster. But I'm also love. And love can heal any heart. Even our broken ones. We'll return our broken hearts, get a replacement, and right a strongly worded letter to whoever created them. It's a good thing we came with a warranty.
Being broken is something that was bound to happen. But the way it happened, not so.
I just want you to know, that it wasn't you that caused this. Not because you were "too ugly" or "not enough" , but simply because I lost control.
I lost control.
Not you.
As you may know by now, I'm not giving up. But you have. Which leads me to believe you hardly loved me or didnt at all. Maybe it was all an illusion.
Regardless, when I was around you, I felt loved. The feeling of your fingers through my thick black hair and your lips on my large red lips that only you could make me think weren't ugly.
I am extremely self conscious. I get the feeling that maybe I am very ugly. But you and you only could make me feel like I was on top of the world. Which also gives you the power to tear my head from the clouds. You crumbled me down, but on a much larger scale than that of what happened to you. You say your crash was bad, I crashed, broke, and burned. With nothing left to recover. I still try to piece your broken pieces together, even though I'm completely burned down. I'm losing motivation already. But I still press on. Even if you make comments towards me like I'm not even a person. I still press on. Even though you say you found someone else. I still press on, even though all the signs say that you don't love me any more and that I should just give up. I still press on. Because I still see hope. I still have hope. You may have given up but I haven't. You may think that I don't love you, but I know you don't love me. You just need some time and exposure. You're still mad. And you know how you get when you're mad. You say things you don't mean. You go out and try to find the cure in other people, even though I'm standing right here.
I am and always will be right here.

Truly yours ~

Your love (That annoying "Dodo")