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[ o 1 ] december 06 [ f a e ]

December 06, in my room

Hi.

I’m not sure if I will ever continue this after my first entry, let alone finish it until the end. But if I ever do, I wish you won’t read this. And I also wish you will.

I don’t know exactly how I feel right now, but I think I have the slightest idea that it all circles around the feeling of “mourning”.

I should have walked to that corner where you sat back then. I should have told you I’m sorry, and that I think I can let us start over again.

But I didn’t.

And I want to say, before I ever start writing anything more, that I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.

But now that I’m finally continuing this, I will tell you what I felt during those months. I will tell you that I cared. I cared more than you think I did. I really, really did.

And I hope that you believe me.

I’m sorry.

 

Fae.