Dearest,
I heard it said once in the strangest of places, that if memories and dreams get tangled, it is as it should be.
In my false memories of you, there is more us; so much longer and more to hold onto now that you're gone. But speculation is a sad bedmate, and the nights drag through reeking of my renewed mistrust.
Truly,
Me
1 comment:
oh boo hoo
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