HOPE & MAYBE LOVE BOATS

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i can't say the deed is done, but i'm getting better. i would ask how you are; i should ask how you are, but sane people don't treat figments of their imaginations as separate beings. it's just them.

but for a moment, one slither of a second, i'm going to pretend you were once real: you told me you didn't believe in love and i can't say that i wasn't hurt in the slightest but i understand what you're getting at now. my friends believe i hate love now and that's not the case, i just can't tell them about you.

"hey"
"i'm so sorry"
"i"
"this whole thing has just been a lot for me to process. i swear i didn't mean to hurt you. i didn't mean to leave you. i just needed to figure things out. god it hurt me too. i can't... please just hear me out."
"i finally realized, i wanted to find joy in you and that was the problem: i found it. it scared me"