day seven hundred thirty eight
dear seto,
it's been over two years and i'm still not over you. you'll never see this letter, but part of me hopes you will. i want to give up, but you wouldn't want that. you probably want me to move on.
i can't.
i knew you couldn't believe in us.
but why couldn't you just believe in me?
whatever the case may be, i hope you caught a wonderful dream.
i still love you.
sleep well, darling,
- brice solace purton ; blue eyes
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the end.
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i wrote this all in one day. i hope it wasn't too bad and i hope you enjoyed.
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