043. little piece of heaven
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little piece of heaven
"hey you.
i used to call you my sunflower, my little piece of heaven. if that strikes a bell, then it’s for you. i’m not sure if you'd see this, not sure if one of the posts here was from you directed at me, if it isn’t, it sure reminded me of you. but in any case, i figured i should write you one last letter as well.
where do i even start with us? we were a whole rollercoaster, weren’t we? thinking back to us, to you, it brings forth a whole spectrum of emotions - gratitude, appreciation, regret, apologetic, and at one time, even hatred towards myself, but on the other uglier end, fear, trapped, deceived.
i don’t doubt there was a time you truly, truly loved me. i don’t doubt your sincerity and the depth of your love for me and us before. and that’s also why i wanted to write you this letter. no matter how toxic and how ugly, how everything was built on lies for us towards the end before everything crumbled, i still do think back sometimes to the happier times we had.
i just wanted to thank you, i don’t think i’ve properly done that yet. so thank you, truly, for the love you gave me, for the support i had from you (morning walks as i trudge dreadfully to work?), for always being there for me before, for enduring my unreasonable requests, for always giving in to me, for providing me a comforting embrace, for being such a good friend to me. and for caring endlessly about the little bundle of fur that means more than the world to me, for worrying along with me when i was worried, and we both know how much i worry over him. thank you for never brushing my worries off as ridiculous, thank you for always holding my worries in importance, for res
i used to call you my sunflower, my little piece of heaven. if that strikes a bell, then it’s for you. i’m not sure if you'd see this, not sure if one of the posts here was from you directed at me, if it isn’t, it sure reminded me of you. but in any case, i figured i should write you one last letter as well.
where do i even start with us? we were a whole rollercoaster, weren’t we? thinking back to us, to you, it brings forth a whole spectrum of emotions - gratitude, appreciation, regret, apologetic, and at one time, even hatred towards myself, but on the other uglier end, fear, trapped, deceived.
i don’t doubt there was a time you truly, truly loved me. i don’t doubt your sincerity and the depth of your love for me and us before. and that’s also why i wanted to write you this letter. no matter how toxic and how ugly, how everything was built on lies for us towards the end before everything crumbled, i still do think back sometimes to the happier times we had.
i just wanted to thank you, i don’t think i’ve properly done that yet. so thank you, truly, for the love you gave me, for the support i had from you (morning walks as i trudge dreadfully to work?), for always being there for me before, for enduring my unreasonable requests, for always giving in to me, for providing me a comforting embrace, for being such a good friend to me. and for caring endlessly about the little bundle of fur that means more than the world to me, for worrying along with me when i was worried, and we both know how much i worry over him. thank you for never brushing my worries off as ridiculous, thank you for always holding my worries in importance, for res
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