bnfa
hello. hi. i cant stop thinking about you. i might have pushed you away. i still smell you on my skin. i can still remember how you taste. my heart aches to see you again but i know it’s damn right impossible unless you reach out. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i think i’ve fallen. i’ve fallen. what if i told you that i’ve fallen?
it never would’ve worked
there’s a physical pain inside my chest
i keep waiting for your review on letterboxd. i’m insanely anguished we won’t see each other again.
SO FUCKING IRONIC that i know your full name and your passport number and your phone number and your kiss and how your body works and looks like but i dont even know your instagram handle
ok. here’s the fuck up part i was talking about earlier. i may have lachesism. it means the desire to be struck by disaster. basically it’s just me fucking things up. anyway. i’ll never send this to you, but i need to put it down anyway. i really enjoyed the past weeks. we were talking fine and we were slowly building a friendship. and now you don’t want to see each other again. it’s pretty sad. pretty damn bleak if you ask me. idk i just was hopeful that, even a friendship, we were building. i’m actually dreading you hooking up with anyone else. and i know, i know that’s very possessive of me. i have no fucking right. but i can’t help what i feel. i already miss you. i miss touching you, i miss your skin against mine. my hair tie smells like you. my jacket smells like you. now that i think about it, it smells like heartbreak. you’re so pretty and smart and kind and i can’t fucking believe you don’t want to see me again. it pains me. it aches like the burning of a thousand suns. was i not good enough? did i not treat you the way you wanted me to? was i not enough for you? i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i think i’ve fallen in the hours we were together. i shouldn’t have, but i think i did. i didn’t mean to fall in love tonight. i hope you think of me. i hope you think of my fingers and my hands. i hope you think of my kiss. like how i think of how the way your eyes glisten is so goddamn beautiful. you’re so damn beautiful. i’m sorry again. i’m sorry, always. i’ll miss you. i miss you.
i’m so devastated we won’t see each other soon. or ever. again.
bianca. oh, bianca. like a shakespearean tragedy, you have caused me. a heartache and a heartbreak rolled into one.
oh, bianca.
a could have been, you are. you always will be. i hope south korea gives you the cold my heart feels now that you’ve left me.
i hope you think of me.












