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I go to group therapy sessions now too, I had my second session today. I don't think they're helping anything, though.

I still miss you. I still want you and only you.

I wish I could see you one last time, to try changing things.

I remember our first date like it was yesterday, I asked you to go hiking with me. I never really hiked before that, but I knew you loved hiking. I wanted you to love me. You wore that white hat that I really liked, it made your tan really stand out. The way your hair still looked flawless even after hiking for hours. You still managed to look perfect. You took my breath away.

I fucking hate you for making me feel like this. I am nothing without you, I wish I wasn't breathing most of the time.

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