it's two a.m and i can't stop crying because i remember the night you kissed me and told me you hated me so much. and i told you that there was a thin line between love and hate. and you'd smiled and said that love was bullshit but you'd been in 'some deep bullshit before.' that was the night you told me you loved me, and god, if only i could go back in time and change things... you'd still be here telling me about how your mom was a bitch and we'd wonder about the universe together. everything would be perfect and maybe i wouldn't hate you as much as i do now.
excerpt from letters to valerie
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letters to valerie
Teen Fiction❝ you played the game so well, and in the end you won, val, like you always do ❞ © two thousand fourteen. mintgrl /// a.i [au] ///
