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REMEMBER ME.
003. | ❛ dreams.

EVERYTHING I LOVED BECAME EVERYTHING I LOST.

I never told anyone this, but always had a feeling that I would die when it wouldn't be day nor night. That I would be stripped away from the life that I had, and possibly from the love of my life. Perhaps if I told someone, maybe it could've changed my fate. But God knows when it's my time and unfortunately I'd been gone before I could even live my life. Not being able to grow old, maybe that's why I hid behind a computer for so long. To witness other people's life of celebration and marriage, ones that I couldn't potentially have.

I never sought to change that feeling of death, instead I lived with it. Keeping it guarded in the deep pits of my mind. Blocking out anybody who I could possibly love or that loved me. I didn't mean to, it was just easier that way. It was easier until you came around. Something about you made me want to open up. Maybe it was your flirting or that fact that you were different that changed me. If you wouldn't have done those things maybe, I wouldn't need to write these letters. You wouldn't be hurting as bad or beating yourself up for not saving me.

I wish someone could've told me how the action was going to happen. Whether I would die alone or surrounded by people that loved me. Or what they used to kill me. I guess only you know, Pietro.

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