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[vanillasberries]

Dear boy,

I want to be friends with you, I really do, but my heart won’t let me. I want to meet you under the moonlight, to talk about music, films and the future, I want to laugh until we cry our chests out and we are unable to breath.

My mind tells me to go ahead and restart our friendship, but everytime you’re around my senses freeze and nothing goes right.

You probably think that I ghosted you, and I’m sorry that I messed up things between us. I’m sorry that I never told you how I really felt.

But I guess people moves on, you clearly did. It broke my heart to realize that, but you did. Now I’m sitting here feeling a well-known painful pressure in my throat and a stange relieve in my chest.

Your heart now belongs to another and my feet haven’t move a step forward since the day we ended. I miss you, and I’m sorry.

Yours,

Vanilla.

[vanillasberries]

I scream inside so loudly my heart burns, where the walls of my room can't hear me. I can taste the burn that the feeling of loneliness leaves in me when I chase away my ghosts when my throat sets on fire. An exhausted moan escapes from my lips when I stop screaming because the ghosts might have gone but their traces remain. my eyes do not retain the longed for tears and they escape, extinguishing the flame that the ghosts left in me.

And I breathe, several times, trying to fill the void they left.