I would like to say goodbye to you, and you, and you. Three individuals whom I cherished as friends, but I understand, painfully, that we are no longer friends. Much has changed between then and now. It is difficult to let go. I have not deleted you from my social media, because I think my heart would ache if I do so. I don't want to annihilate, you see. I will leave things as they are for now. But I will not look back so much, I will courageously put you in the past. I will also wish you well.
Thomas,
I has spent almost half a decade thinking about You. I can’t regret it, because of the art I made and the people I met. But it makes me worried about whether or not I’ll ever meet someone that drew me in the way you had. And no, no one can say I didn’t try to put myself out there. I did, and it always ended with me hurting someone else. I can’t keep doing that.
a person/persons who wrote a lot here about their crush on L, I have a crush on L, too. Can relate to your letters. Read them all
I miss being alone with you in your room, playing songs for each other, talking about things I'd never really talked about before. ...
I'm glad I paid attention to every detail so I could remember them now, since I feel things like that may never happen again.
I miss you in weird ways I wasn't really prepared to.
“...an open field in front of me
an open field behind
I can see which place to go
I can see it in my mind....”
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if only the answers came so easily. there are so many new beginnings, and even though some of them are good, anxiety is making me feel like I need to be scared of everything that’s changing
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why do I feel like my friends don’t want me around? they shut me out. they don’t want me there. why do i cry as soon as I’m by myself again? why does no one say “goodbye” when I leave?
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the people that sort of act like they want me around seem to want me around for the wrong reasons... or for reasons I haven’t yet figured out. Maybe I’m just worried but lately it’s so hard to look forward to the things that are happening. I hope i can look back and realize that I didn’t need to worry
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Please don’t ask me on a date. please don’t try to start that up again. Just prove to me that you’re there for me. that would be a wonderful thing to have
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I can feel you thinking about my lips. My collarbone. Whispering into my neck.
I can feel you from way over here. We’re strangers and yet our spirits know.