"Do you think we meet in every universe?"
"That's such a cliche question."
"Well... do you?"
"I think you try to find me in every one"
"Shut up, be serious"
"Are we even friends in this universe?"
"Well we aren't strangers"
"We are exes, that's some weird fucked up level of friendship right?"
"For us probably, I just don't want you to leave yet"
"But you were right, that time you said that you treat me bad and I love you anyways, I spent so long trying to protect myself from the very shit you put me through for what? The learning experiences, I could have found that with someone else but I chose you, what's your excuse?"
"You are really good. You're good at loving people, sharing their interests, you're just too good, too good to give up ya know"
"That feels wrong"
"It does"
"Maybe we shouldn't be friends anymore"
"I don't think we are..."
"But maybe we shouldn't speak or see each other anymore.."
The silence was underwhelming.
"Oh, well that's probably for the best"
"I love you"
"Okay"
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Hysterical letters to my sanity
Poetrya collection of poems inspired by stories I've read, people I've met and paths I've crossed, read and enjoy yourself:)
