denial
Five Letters, Five Stages of GriefHi Mino.
It’s me. It’s been a month since I last saw you walk out my door. It’s silly how it took me this long to write to you. I guess, it’s only now that I got the courage to do so. I remember that night perfectly, you being the best you I could ever hope for and me being the worst me I could possibly be for you. I was shouting at you telling you I never wanted to see you again. Plates were broken, glasses were shattered, I was out of control, the whole house was a mess, except for you. Your eyes were steady on the ground, taking in every single hurtful word that could possibly escape from my mouth. And, all of a sudden you just left. With all the chaos in my house, you walked out the door and never returned. And I’m sitting here in the mess that I’ve created with you still on my mind. I should have tried calling you, maybe you would’ve come back. Would you?
Why did you leave me? I never really intended to ask you this question since you being with me is a mystery in itself. You were perfect, and I was a mess. You were sure of everything, your dreams and your aspirations, while I was never really sure of anything... except you. You were perfect for me, and I guess, I was the right kind of imperfect for you. But anything and everything got in the way, my way actually, and my mind went cloudy. I blamed you when I was at fault every single time.
I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.
Do you want to know how I am now? It's silly how I'm still
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