[a note is crumpled in a bin]
6, 25, 1951
I miss you. I miss you so much, my heart tears from grief. I try to stop myself but it just keeps coming back. I wish things didn't have to end so abruptly; I wish we weren't cut short. I never felt happier than when I was with you. Now I feel so incomplete. All I want is for you to come back to me.
Why didn't you just take a step further? Why did you leave me to wonder, to chase you like a child after a kite? I knew how you felt, I could feel it within me. You waited until it was too late to admit it. I waited with bated breath, trying everything I could to make you love me. I didn't know it was so easy. I didn't know it was so inane.
I feel like you don't try.
Every time I think I can move on, I remember things. I remember you and I fall again. I wish we had been better of one another when we could. The damage is done. But I can still send you this letter. All I fucking want is to have you back.
You know, I
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YOU ARE READING
ｗｉｔｈ ｌｏｖｅ，
RomanceThere are two kinds of people in this world. Those that are in love, and those that are brokenhearted. I think most of us wish to be those in love. ----- ☪ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ wᴏʀᴋs.
