take a few deep breaths for me.

I love you.
I don’t care about what happened back there, back then. 
I don’t care what happened. 
I don’t even want to talk about what happened. 

I just want you to know that ever since the day you left, I’ve been so cold. 
So alone. 
I haven’t tried to forget about you. 
I could never forget. 

You are my only reason to live.
You are what keeps me breathing. 
Writing these letters to you even though I know you won’t reply. 

I don’t need you to reply. I just need you to know how much I love you.
How much I need you.
How much I miss you.


So. Here's a little piece of fiction from a short story a long long time ago. I was sifting through old documents and stumbled across this. The week has been: crazy, busy, lots of tea, laughter, tears, loud music, late nights, and reading the Divergent series like a true reader. What have you all been up to?



  1. ho-lay smokes, where is this from dude? it's pretty dang spectacular

    1. that Address Unknown short story I wrote a while back. History inspired. (; thank youuu. <3


kind words are like raindrops on the desert. they make me bloom with happiness, as absolutely cliche and cheesy as that sounds. even if it's just a simple alt+3 i will heart you for it. so, go ahead! MAKE MY DAY. literally.