Calum, a renowned romance writer and a low-key country music enjoyer who also plays guitar is a very private person. He may have his circle of friends but he trusts no one with his deep-diving secrets. For him, it's one of his greatest treasures. It...
Hi, it's been a while since I've written to you. I've been away for how many days and how foolish of me to think that you're in my luggage. Anyway, I'm back... but ̶p̶u̶t̶a̶n̶g̶i̶n̶a̶n̶g̶ ̶b̶u̶h̶a̶y̶ ̶i̶t̶o̶ ̶̶ before anything else, I am back with a broken chest. Not literally but this is dipshit if I must say.
They say that no secrets will not be told as time passes by. For most people, time is their ultimate truth teller, way more logical than a fortune teller in my own opinion. However, in my case, it's different. There's no way in hell I will let anyone knows about how crazy I am to the woman in my dreams.
I would carry this love I have for Venus in my grave. Yes, in my grave. I think I am done—literally and figuratively. It hurts like hell but I guess, I will always be the best friend that she has. The other day, before I sleep, I consider the idea of a foolish confession. I'm ready for it but then maybe I was too late for that.
Today, I introduce Venus to my high school friend, Arcel Gallardo and I think it's a wrong move. It literally put a shovel above my head. Arcel is—well, he is looking at Venus the way I looked at her and he is not done torturing me yet because that idiot even asked me if I could help him to Venus after he has learned that the woman in my dreams is still single and is very available. I wanted to shout at him but what can I do?
Seriously, what else life has brought to me? ./.
Fucked up, Calum :'<
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