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My love, my B, What we lived could never be a fantasy. Fictions don’t leave marks on the heart the way you did. Games don’t make two people feel the same thing at the same time. And nothing about us ever felt unreal to me; it was solid, alive, and impossible to forget. I don’t regret a single moment we shared. Not one. The only thing I regret is the way you chose to end it, because it made something beautiful feel like it never had a chance to breathe. This heart doesn’t listen, you’re right… Look what you’ve made of it. Even now, it still answers to your name. You say it was fantasy, a joke, not real but I lived every second of it with my whole soul. The sticky notes, the paper boats, our names written as one, the numbers all of it was real to me. All of it meant something. And this cage full of me is only for you, waiting, wanting, missing, loving you
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