this is where we talk:
at the end of the day, what i say won't matter to you. you'll formulate your own opinions and ideas. all i can do is share my story and hope that you see things my way. if not, shit goes on. these are my words. this is where we talk.

"eram quod es, eris quod sum..."
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→ Apr 2012
letter four:

Dear Person,

I finally understand. I finally know exactly how I feel about you, about us, about everything. I allowed words to take the places of actions and I allowed myself to believe that actions were fueled by feelings and not desires. I know what I wanted and I know what I have. In the end, I cannot say that I am upset about that. I allowed myself to fall time and time again - now I am choosing to walk away. I don’t. I wanted to, I couldn’t.

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