It's been six months

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It's six pm and I'm sitting by the fireplace, I can feel the heat against my bare hands, as if...

I wonder what happened with Emaline and her mother. Did she find her? Is she happy? It would literally kill me if she wasn't...a wave of guilt suddenly flashes through me. But I calm myself down with the assurance that it's not my fault and there's nothing more that I can do...I've tried texting her but it's like I'm no one to her anymore.

I think about it again. That hurts.

I etched my heart onto a piece of paper last night.


Dear Emaline, 

I have a new life now, I'm living the dream...I'd say. 

But it feels like I lost a part of me on the way.

I'm sorry if I ever hurt you,

You know that was never my intention.

I know you know that I can't just sit around when I know you're hurting.

I keep asking myself the same question.

Do I love you?

I don't want to.

I'm only seventeen, I have a life ahead and no time for commitment.

But still, I can't answer the question.

Did you know that you're amazing?

Because if you didn't then I'll make sure you're aware.

You're the smile on my face.

You're the reason people believe they can fly.

Did you know that it breaks my heart everytime that I see you cry?

All I know is that you're what's making me feel empty.

You're the loss I've felt in the past greatest six months of life.

Insane? 

Yes, I'd say.


Then of course, I crumbled it up and threw it away. 

Just like I threw my heart away.

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