wtf i was so young when i started this story. the difference between who i was then and who i am now is crazy. i find myself wishing i could rewrite the whole thing from a perspective of someone who genuinely knows how it feels to be loved, and who has genuinely experienced aspects of life, but i think the naivety of someone craving that love, obsessed with creating scenarios of it genuinely being a reality, while now simultaneously having that and being at the end of the story is kind of beautiful. it’s almost as though i found it along with her. anyway, it’s taken me a long long time to finish this story, mostly because i can’t squeeze in the time to sit down and actually write, i haven’t written in so long, but it’s going to be finished. this was long overdue, and i think it’s time to put it to a close. expect it to be out within the next two weeks :) xx