’If you’re never going to talk to me again, that’s okay. I know you promised you would never leave me five months ago while I was crying into your chest, but I also know that sometimes it snows in the middle of April or weeds grow in the middle of a rose garden, so I understand that things happen that aren’t supposed to.’’
From the last letter I ever wrote you.
These are definitely trying times guys.
I keep asking myself if this is really what I’m all about. Getting a good fuck from the love of my life that might not love me back. Is this what my life has become now.
WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ALLOWING IT?
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