It's ridiculous, I know. But whenever I think about my future, there is no fantasy you are not included in.
I love you so deeply, and it doesn't even matter. Because you'll never know.
Because you are gone.
And I cannot go on with my life without you.
I miss you so much. I dream with your return. I dream with you telling me it was all a joke, that you're not really gone. It was all a terrible misunderstanding, there was no car accident, the body was not yours. That you went on a long trip and didn't tell anyone and now you're back.
Dreams.
I only wish I had told you. Let you know. Even if you didn't love me back. I just wanted to tell you, and now it's too late, it's too late, it's too late, and I can't go on like this.
I can't, I really can't.
Someone make me stop writing stories where PEOPLE ARE DEAD JESUS CHRIST
...Is this real because my soul just cried a little.
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