Hate to break it to you, but I've moved on. After a year and a half, the whispers of our past have fizzled to a murmur so indistinct.
I see you around and do not think of the heartbreak anymore. I talk to you and it doesn't feel like my vocal cords are tangling together in a jumble of knots. It's not the same, but it's better that way.
Soon, the murmurs will die down to a deafening silence, one so unnerving yet oddly peaceful.
I've come to realize that what could've been may have been something less beautiful than what is.
FIN
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ROLL CREDITS
Fina-fucking-lly, man. I was so sick of writing this book. The emotions just weren't coming back and the writing just sucked. I apologize.
Anyway, thanks to everyone who read & commented on this book! You were awesome at boosting my self-esteem.
I'm writing a new ~serious~ novel that won't be as half-assed as this. Hope y'all stay tuned for that! It's gonna be awesome.
Talk to me.
Just message me here, or
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jastolapola@gmail.com
I write a lot on my tumblr so please check it out!
Paalam! (Goodbye!)
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