You had planned it for weeks,
You told me that you had to get out of this place,
Away from everything,
You said that everything here was just weighing you down,
That it was all getting in the way of your dreams.
I don't think you ever understood how much pain those words caused me.
It made me doubt myself,
If you really loved me,
It made me question.
Was i also one of the many obstacles getting in the way of your dreams?
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Letters To You
Short StorySaudade (n.) a deep, nostalgic, and melancholic longing for something or someone, Often accompanied with a denied fact that what one longs for will never come back.
