Seeing these letters reminds me of the me I used to be two years ago. It seems like ages ago. I don’t remember how the excitement feels. I just feel nothing.

Because today, the only thing I feel is dead inside. It’s like I had a funeral for my heart, only I don’t remember its sudden death. I guess it was gradual, but it’s definitely just a vegetable now.

I don’t believe in true love. I don’t believe the magic lasts. I believe people can be unfaithful in subtle but very meaningful ways. I don’t want any part in that mess.

Seeing these letters makes me want to warn you, but I also want to believe that it’ll work out for you, the way it didn’t for me.

- Cleo

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  • anonymous lover
one year ago

I can relate to this.

  • ^
one year ago

Do you think you’ll always feel this way?

  • anonymous lover
one year ago

Jaded much?

  • ^
one year ago

Asshole much?

  • James
one year ago

Words right out of my mouth.

  • anonymous lover
one year ago

Totally me these days.

  • anonymous lover
one year ago

Omg Cleo. I feel you.

  • Cleo
one year ago

You’re pretty observant, anon #3.

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