I had less than 6 hours to dream, and I gave one of them up to you in exchange for a bittersweet nightmare, one where the dam finally broke.
Where I learned things I maybe didn't want to hear because a part of me knew it already.
Where I learned that we both have the same fear of speaking, when it could've been overcome at the same time.
I learned that I forgive people too easily, and that maybe I shouldn't have forgiven you. But if there's one thing I've learned from my parents neglegance, it's that patience is key.
Even though at time I felt I had to resist putting a hole in the nearest wall, or the chills went down my spine like throwing boiling water into -20° weather, the last thing you said was "I love you too."
Maybe things did work out. Unless you don't see this. But if you did, then thanks for cooperating with me. And for listening. It means a lot.
With love,
An Addict With A Pen.
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