you will always be my yellow, and my sparks. i wonder if any of the messages under my name are from you, but i sort of doubt it. you were never really a wordy person. i’m so angry with you for giving up sometimes that i forget how much i still love you. part of me probably always will. i think you made the wrong decision, but i hope that you’re happy someday, even if it’s not with me. and i hope that eventually you realize that i was worth fighting for.