kaidiepanda

I am no longer afraid of being alone. I have accepted the fact that you will never come back… but what terrifies me more is the thought that you may never truly leave. That I will forever wake to that feeling you were just in the room only moments ago and feel sure that I must have dreamed of you. That I will always look to the empty spaces beside me as if you should be sitting there with me or check my inbox with the thought that there may be a message from you waiting to be read. How strange it is that in the end, it is not your absence I fear most – but your presence. That you will always be hiding in the narrow spaces between conscious thoughts or appearing amongst strangers in a sea of faces.That there will always be this fog of you clouding everything I experience – both good and bad – for the rest of my days…

callme2morrow

Hello po! I'm currently writing epistolaries on my account @/trouvaillelai if you're interested po i hope you'll give them a read, it would mean so much to me, thank you. Have a great day po and stay safe. (^∇^)ノ 
          
          
          Epistolary Style • COMPLETED
          Title: Friendship For Idiots
          Genre: Teen fiction/Romantic Comedy
          link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/265052303?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=callme2morrow&wp_originator=J8xBgipOEw8YsvlHTEEVlQBQqK%2FAiKIMbDNcHVDFFGyg4XUpA90n0kZL0xkAMdSxWMat0IPJheS2TEV7Kc6Ojv7xS%2FcBjgiaSiFHwo1cISfxPOXFkTiqilFjU82c9Ww0

kaidiepanda

I am no longer afraid of being alone. I have accepted the fact that you will never come back… but what terrifies me more is the thought that you may never truly leave. That I will forever wake to that feeling you were just in the room only moments ago and feel sure that I must have dreamed of you. That I will always look to the empty spaces beside me as if you should be sitting there with me or check my inbox with the thought that there may be a message from you waiting to be read. How strange it is that in the end, it is not your absence I fear most – but your presence. That you will always be hiding in the narrow spaces between conscious thoughts or appearing amongst strangers in a sea of faces.That there will always be this fog of you clouding everything I experience – both good and bad – for the rest of my days…