“Love”… It’s what we always called each other. A promise to each other that we would always be each other’s true love.
I’ve been thinking about writing to you, in a way that you will not hear me, not see me, but I could see and hear you. I could imagine how you’d react– the way you would have reacted– without having to bear the thought of you pushing me away. Everytime I try to speak to you it gets worse. Everytime I try to see your face, I tear up.
Since I was twelve or thirteen years old, I knew I had some sort of problem. I did […]