Can I go where you go…


Lover…

Gosh 

I miss our letters. The anticipation of our mysteries.

The tiny wonderful things that fill all of our days as we fumbled through our the mishaps and desperation of me not being ready for you and us and the scabs and scars and haunts and regrets of my fuckups, downfalls, ignorance, desperation and lack of accountability and everything. 

So ya. I did that.. it was me. 

Ugh this little maple leaf really fuck it up. 

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