You write so beautifully, your pictures are so beautifully taken, your videos are so meticulously made, they are beautiful, everything you do is so beautiful, everything about you is, beautiful. You are beautiful no matter what the rest says. So wish I could tell you this, through a text, through a phone call, through a face-to-face moment. Why do you do this to yourself. Why do you do this to me? Why do you step into my life once again, and after everything I've decided to forget, only to let. Yourself. Walk. Out. Of. My. Life again. I thought that was your greatest fear, your greatest regret, your greatest pet peeve? To have someone just walk out of your life without a word? Hey, 'cause that's what you're doing to me now. I really tried to care for you 'cause I know how much it means to you. What the fuck, were you thinking? A little exaggeration here and there but I really do care for you.
Meh I'm a wuss. I don't dare to show you what I've wrote for you.