sometimes i think of you and go berserk. why do i still care? what is it about you that i can't forget? maybe i took that promise too seriously. maybe i'll never let you go. you already did, but that's okay. it's for the best.
there's nothing i can even say to take back my words because it's exactly how i felt, just with the wrong words. i keep contradicting myself but at the end i really didn't deserve you.
i can't even admit my feelings here without feeling manipulative for hoping you'd read those letters. its pathetic.
i wonder if by the end of the year, i'll be over you.
- lauri
(ps: i made a realization: you were born on the first day of spring. how lovely could you get?)