Dear readers,
This story is about a relationship I once had with a person. I've written all of this to help me deal with the heartbreak. I needed to vent about all my frustration, love and hate feelings towards this person and it ended up being all little writings that I have rewritten into a little story. I don't know if there's supposed to be a lesson learned when you read this story or anything that makes this story mean something, I am still figuring it out along the way. I hope that it could be something, that all of the heartbreak was eventually for something good and maybe it was and I still need to figure it out or maybe it wasn't, but I am still here and I am still breathing and sometimes stories, things or person don't have a reason for happening and that's okay. It doesn't all need to have one big reason and maybe that's what I learned along the way. That it's okay not to know everything and that it could mean something to you while it may not mean something to someone else. And it's okay to feel a little bit more and love a little bit more than other people, it only makes you a more softer person that we need in this cruel world.
Don't let people make you bitter.
Love,
Quirine
