Fried Noodles was a long era and phase of my life that I do not regret. I hurt, hurt like I never had. Nevertheless, I learnt more than I ever could have. It was not meant to last. I knew we were not meant for each other but part of me really hoped we were. I hoped that I would not leave without having tasted the innocence from his untouched lips or that I would not leave without getting to hold him close to my heart. But now that he's gone I realize how toxic he was to me. I was trying to save him but he was killing me. And now I'm left with a broken heart, nevertheless, with the will of picking myself up because now I know that there is hope after him. There is hope and there is love, just what I need to rebuild myself. It will take time but I am not scared to let go anymore. Goodbye, Fried Noodles, forever. And thank you.
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Letters To My Men
Genç KurguA series of unsent letters and stories dedicated to the men in my life. Read for a fun time. Most names have been altered.
