You keep a lot to yourself, because it's difficult to find people who'd understand. But you made me feel secure and safe. You keep offering me your hand so I could stand up. Without knowing that you'll be the one to break my soul. And the circumstances made it worse. Reality shot me hard that I couldn't have you. Forever.
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Dear Lavender,
I can't deny that loving him was the best thing, but if love means pain, suffering, and sacrificing, is it still worth it in the end?
K.W
Sincerely yours,