maine,
the note you wrote to me right before you left is in front of me now.
it's weird, saying that you left. i guess from now on i'll just say you're on vacation.
why did you give me your address? to where you're 'on vacation', that is.
you used such a cliche line. to me, of all people.
'it's not you, it's me.' followed by, 'this just isn't my lifestlye. it's not who i am.'
you seemed so happy before. then you weren't.
- will
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maine
Povídkyletters from will thomas to maine wickan in hopes that maybe she would come back, or he would move on.
