letter thirty one

Dear Love XII,

Did you know I felt forsaken? That one morning, when I couldn’t breathe and my heart gave out, lying on his bed alone? It took all of me to sit up, to cry out to him, three times until he heard. He didn’t know what was wrong. I didn’t know what was wrong. I just knew that with words, his recantation of you, my heart failed. Why didn’t you stand up for me then? Why didn’t you whisper to him that you are real and I am real and he is real? We needed you. I needed you.

Your child

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About danarose

Textbook ENFP, if you're into that stuff (I am SO into that stuff). I love mountains and the ocean and my largest ambition in life is getting all of the people I love to live on the same block, to cook dinner, and talk with them every night.
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