i guess i'm beginning to forget the idea of you and me. i'm slowly falling for the thought of having you in my arms and treat it as my safe place. the thought of you and me, even though at some point we know that things aren't going to work out between us; that maybe in the long run, love won't probably be enough to keep us going.
we'll have our separate ways, indeed. kiss other people's lips, hold other people's hands, and even touch other people's souls. i don't know why it is so hard to talk to you about my departure. i already told vernon, and he said he's going with me but i retracted.
vernon is so good to me. to the point that i don't think i'm deserving for his love, but i'll try.
yes, i will try.
goodbye, hunter.
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Goodbye, Hunter
Short Story❝ you're the reason why there are silhouette dreams and unstitched seams. you're every sonnet i make and the pills i take. you are the one that i love and the one i wish i could have ❞
