Dear spring, my greatest love.


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I don’t even know how to start this letter.

it’s been more than a year. I can’t even count how long it’s been since we last had a proper conversation. I can’t remember anything from before whatever we had ended.

that’s why I find it strange, you see, because how can I be so sure that I still love you when I can’t even remember the sound of your voice or the way you talked, or how you’d act around me? what memories am I holding on to? is there even really anything? am I even sure that I still love you?

I think the answer’s obvious, but it feels wrong not to love you after doing so for such a long time. it feels wrong. it feels wrong not to have you in my heart. it feels wrong for you not to be the boy I adore the most.

but even now, I admit, even now that I’ve been with several other guys—met, talked to, hell, even got into a relationship with—it’s still you. you’re always the one I come back to. you’re always the one I think about when I hear love songs, hear sad songs, watch romantic movies, watch sad movies, when I’m drunk, and when I’m sober but don’t have much to occupy my mind. it’s always you.

I’ve acknowledged at this point that you’re my greatest love, my greatest what-if. acknowledged doesn’t necessarily mean accepted; it’s gonna be hard for me to accept that you, the man of my dreams, the one that got away, and my forever love, would never be mine. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over that.

I don’t know if it’s because I stalked your profile or saw all those videos that reminded me of you, but you were, once again, my only thought of the night.

that’s all for now. I will be back. maybe some other night, when I have no one else, when I only have myself and the empty space you left in my heart.

From.. just another girl to you

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