nd,
im not breaking this promise to myself. im not giving in. i let myself have this and this only. so you'll hear it this way.
youre making it so damn difficult. you know that don't you? i don't understand how im supposed to pretend like youre not there.
i have no idea how this is gonna go but I want you to know how much you've changed me. i thought i'd be able to let go if I erased it but nevertheless, you burn in my chest like the ashes that still smoulder the morning after.
god, those ashes are beautiful. they're one of my many wonders that I can't quite explain my fascination with.
rt
YOU ARE READING
my journal at its finest
Short Storypages from my journal that couldn't stay private
