dear martyn,
i... don't know what to say to you, honestly. i started this message knowing i wanted to say something, but i'm not sure what.
maybe i want to say i hate you, i don't know. part of me hates you, but the other part of me is stuck on all the "i love you"s and the way everything felt so real. i want to believe it wasn't real- it would be so much easier to just accept you didn't love me- but you kept playing along even when nobody was watching.
was it gratitude? was i reading everything wrong the whole time? why didn't you tell me it was all a bit to you? just a way to keep us both in the game longer? did you think i knew?
i know you'll likely never see this letter and its even more unlikely you'll ever respond, but god, i just wish i knew what you were thinking. if it really was just a ploy to save yourself or if you felt anything for me at all. i don't know. i think this message is more supposed to be some kind of closure than it is a way of reaching out.
either way, i'm running out of things to say and even more running out of the will to say them. i hope you're taking care of yourself, martyn.
with love,
ren (3rd life + kin)
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