Darling

Only me.

One more try.

I’m wondering if you ever think of me?

It terrifies me knowing I still love you this much. I feel so vanruable.

I’m on a train in Melbourne on my way to University, first day.

I can hear people sniffling, it’s cold here. The door opening and closing as people leave and enter, all these people have a story just like you and I. I’m so god damn tired it’s 8:30am and I had a mere 5 hours sleep. The lady across from me has her eyes closed, I wonder that if like me she is also tired. I can smell aftershave and too strong scents of perfume. It makes me feel sick.

 

Too late to turn back now.

I haven’t contacted you for a couple months. I haven’t felt the need too. Does that mean I’m moving on? If that’s true why does everything seem so difficult.

I’m scared of love now. But still needing something to set me free. Are you free A? Are you going after what you want and would you be mad at me for going after what I want?

 

x

 

 

 

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