Dear Lucas,
I was in your room today.
It smelled like you;
A mixture of vanilla and the forest.
The nostalgia hit me like a cement wall.
I found something,
In that cramped little room of yours.
It was a small box,
with a stack of letters,
all addressed to me.
So I read them over.
Did I really hurt you that much?
Did you really think I hated you?
Or never loved you?
I think I'll kill myself,
So I can prove that I do.
-Ariella
