maine,
my heart is not a toy that you can
drag along behind you, pulling it from a string,
letting it get battered and bruised and everything
inbetween. it was a gift i gave to you, but by the
looks of it, you didn't like it very much. i want to let go
and love someone else, love verity. and i can. i can,
and maybe if i tell myself that enough times, i'll be able to.
i've even told verity this, for christ's sake. she understands,
she didn't get mad, she got it. because her heart, too, has been
tattered and torn, after being pulled along by a string.
you wore out my heart, but maybe she can revive it.
- will
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maine
Short Storyletters from will thomas to maine wickan in hopes that maybe she would come back, or he would move on.