Dear friend,

My dear, dear friend.



"You've sacrificed so much of your life in order for this to work."


You said it yourself. You fall for the guys who have baggage and without catching yourself, or noticing at all, you are the one who is left carrying the weight. I can feel your heart throbbing as you talk about it and I can see how effortlessly it is for you to write about. You carried it and sad to say, you still are. I've seen so many doors open for your way out, but it seems as though your feet are stuck to the floor. And it closes again and again. But the stories go on, repeating, grieving, and you're left wondering about the happiness you somewhat knew. Wondering about the boy who stole your heart in the first place.