as i was trying to reorganize my room because of my new lack of furniture, i came across the letters you wrote me. i ripped most of them up as a result of anger and despair over a year ago, but i found the secret stash i kept. there was only one reason i kept the select few i did: so that i could come across them at a later point in time and read them and feel the love you felt towards me, that i didn't feel in return.
exactly that happened.
i cried for a short amount of time, and afterwards sat there, feeling like there would be no end to the tribulation that was rushing through my body. lucky for me, it did. it was the same feeling i always get after reading the letters. i felt free: free of the hardships i faced while being with you, free of the pain i was caused, free of the world.
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