I've lost count of how long I've been without you. It's been more than a year, and more than 2 since I felt like I really loved you. I want that feeling back. I've been looking everywhere. That's why I said I had to find myself without you. But it's just my luck that no guy comes close, and I miss you like hell. I don't know how to get you back, since you're not going to come looking for me now. And, knowing your parents, it's nearly impossible for me to come looking for you. My heart still hurts for you damnit. I don't want you but I need you and I'm ready to accept that. But I'm also afraid that you're not who I remember and I'm not who you remember and I didn't know how to tell you that a year ago. Well, here I am, I'm telling you. But it's probably too late, and you'll probably never see this. Just in case: here it is... I love you.
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Letters to Nowhere
RandomThis isn't really a story or a book, but a diary. I'm hoping(as of today: 3/11/18) that I will never again feel the need to write in this... Knowing my life, we'll see how that goes. EDIT: Well... We can see how that went as of today(4/6/19)
