Holy $#!t! I'm not dead!
Yeah well no one is reading this book anymore so I'm basically just talking to myself. But if someone is reading this particular chapter, then welcome back! If there are none, hello me, welcome to your brand new diary.
Anyways, just to clarify, I had no idea what ship to make this as so I just used Person A type.
Now read :) (Telling myself to read at this point)
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Snow falls down and turns into ashes as we slow dance in the memory we could never let go.
Maybe I am a bit too over dramatic about this. I agreed to your decision, I said I was 'Definitely okay with it.' and that 'There's nothing wrong.' but like any other truths in this world, it was a lie.
Yeah I'm jumping in the bandwagon of lying but thinking it's the truth. But I'm afraid 7 billion people has already beat me onto joining it.
Yeah I'm salty over the fact you had the guts to leave me alone. Yeah I'm upset over the fact you had the guts to say goodbye.
You held me close, knowing it could happen any second.
Maybe I'm looking at this way too negatively. I mean, I did say I was okay with it. I did tell you, right there, face-to-face, at this very spot, that I was okay with it, right? So why in the hell do I still cry every night and have trouble sleeping? Why are these happening to me?
Yeah, I'm angry at you. Because you made me lie to you and myself. Yeah I'm crying over you. Because you left me during winter.
Your hands on my cheeks, softly wiping my tears, I knew it was love. It had to be true love.
Maybe I shouldn't have bought that ring for you. I mean, you're not going to wear it right? And even if you lied, even if you didn't say a word about how you really feel, even if you stayed, you wouldn't be happy having the small golden metal band wrap your finger coldly, right? You would never be satisfied.
Yeah, I'm writing this letter. Because you need to know everything. Yeah I'm being honest with you. Because you weren't until winter.
'I love you' was all I wanted to say. Couldn't you have stayed?
Maybe everything isn't supposed to be going as planned anymore, at this point, life has proven to me in so many ways that no matter what I do, my plans will never work out. I mean, look at me. A mess because I was left by their partner on the same day they were planning to ask their hand for...
Yeah, I am salty. Because we were supposed to be at the altar by now. Yeah, I am upset. Because we never got to stand in front of each other with our rings. Yeah, I am angry. Because we never got to say 'I do.'
Yeah I am being honest, because your love wasn't.
You began to fade into ashes, but never landing as snow. You couldn't stay long enough so I knew I had to let you go.
~Person B
