Tw;// Mentions of a breakup, Slight reference of scars, referenced suicide//

We broke up. On good terms too. Still friends.

Friends.

It pains me to refer our relationship like that.

Friends.

We broke up because we didn't work.

Being by her side is nice.

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Being the third wheel isn't.

She has a new parnter.

She has replaced me already.

Moved on already.

Forgotten about me already.

I slowly drifted away from her.

She didn't notice.

Not with her girlfriend.

She is completely oblivious.

Oblivious to my pain.

Oblivious to my longing for her love again.

Oblivious to my scars.

She never knew what was going on.

Not until it was a few inches from her eyes.

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So thats what I focused on the last letter I would ever write to her.

Last one that I would ever write for the world.

One that my eyes would see before they wouldn't see anymore.

One that I would breathe choked sobs while writing.

Before I breathe my last breath.

One that I would touch with the most delicate care.

The care being there long after I have left.

One that I would scent with her favorite perfume for her to smell over and over again. One that I can smell over and over again.

Before my senses disappear and I am no longer able to breathe in that beautiful scent that reminds me of her.

A letter that would be secured on the the table, held down by gravity.

While I would be suspended in the air not 15 minutes after setting the note down.

Oh, how love hurts.

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Why does love hurt so much?

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269 words.

Yay.

(Not a vent fic.)

Just a thought that popped into my head.

May be messed up a bit and hard to read, but ah, I'm sorry 'bout that.