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dear luke,

two weeks.

in two weeks, i'll forget the memory of you.

i'll soon forget the angelic blue shade of your mesmerizing eyes, the perfect jawline of yours, your laugh that sounded like heaven to my ears, i'll forget everything about you that made me experience love again.

i wonder if i'll be released after the treatment. i hope so. i want to befriend my two brothers again, and remember why i love them as much as i did before. i'll be able to forgive them, because i won't remember why i was angry in the first place.

and maybe i can finally move on.

the possibilities are endless. this "treatment" may be turning into a blessing.

love,

mikey

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