to my darling,

my neck still glimmers with the crescent diamond pendant you gave me, its the only solidified reminder that you were real, that you were mine. my splintered memories make it hard for me to remember whether the events in my past were real or not. i feel like some sort of phantasm, aimlessly wandering around within the constraints of cemented walls and fractured realities.

the crescent pendant you gave me has made its home between the depression of my clavicles, it sits there with its coruscating beauty; creating prismatic blotches of rainbows across my caramel skin. there are days when i clutch it tightly and try to break it, but i never can. perhaps i am to scared to let you go. all my past memories are tainted with your effulgence and mellifluous laughter.

i wish i could forget you, but i can't. i've forgotten everything but you. what happened in school? why did my parents suddenly make me drop out like that? if you know, please reply. i know you are probably sick of me and my love sick letters scrawled with utter hopelessness and incoherently strung words. yet i am still begging you to reply. i want to know. i am tired of trying to make sense out of my warped memories.

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