207 Days.

six.

~a.n.
This part is by far the shorest part, of anything, that I have ever wrote. I just want to say sorry for that; but this story is almost done so I will be updating more often... possibly tonight/tomorrow. xx

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This isn't healthy. My need for you.

You're gone, yet here I sit, continuing to write. You haven't replied, nor will you ever. So why do I continue?

I smile at the good memories that flood back every time I write.

But there is a horrible memory to go along with every good one.

Sometimes I regret falling for you. If I hadn't you would still be in my life. I would still be in yours.

We would still be apart of each others. For better of worse.

We could continue making those wonderful memories.

However, here I am. Writing day after day. I know my words will never get a response, but I will never give up on you.

Not in my entire life.

***

I think I should stop writing you letters. It's not fair to kill trees just because you're killing me.