dear, bo.

Dear, Bo.
Sometimes, I want to thank you. I want to thank you for teaching me that I was capable of loving someone as immensely as I have come to love you. I want to thank you for teaching me that I was capable of loving in general. I want to thank you for getting me re-interested in life. When I met you, I saw nothing in anything. Especially myself. But, then you come into my life, by chance, and I realized that the world wasn't empty and neither was I. When you left, I have to admit, I became empty again. I stopped loving, and I stopped seeing love. But, you at least taught me that I was capable of feeling those things. Now I know how to. And, when the time comes, I'll be able to do and feel those things again. Thankyou.
Love, Stark.
// a story in which a heartbroken human teaches how he moved on from losing his first love by uncovering letters and stories in which he's never revealed before. //a work in progress. //