You were different and I so desperately wanted to be your world.
I wanted to drown in your eyes.
Get drunk off your kisses and be the all too familiar scent that was your high.
I wanted to memorize every curve and beauty mark on your skin.
I realized that you were what I wanted, not what I needed.
What I needed was to find myself.
I needed to be whole again.
All this time, we were walking different paths. And I can't believe I'm saying this...but it's okay. We'll be okay.
With love,
Casuallycool
Kalopsia: The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are
*sheds a few tears* 😢 You guys have been extremely supportive with all of your generous comments and votes. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate each and every one of you reading my crappy writing :)
I write for enjoyment but it's also an outlet for me and I'm glad I can share it with you all (even when I ever so slowly update lmao).
With that being said... this is the end! But it definitely won't be the last book 😉
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Unsent Letters (COMPLETED)
PoetryWelcome to reality. A book in which Casuallycool writes letters and never sends them. (Hence the title) This book contains profanity.
