Never thought that we’ll be here, but here we are.
It’s crazy how things went from calmness to a mess, isn’t it? It felt like it was yesterday, all those good things. When you started to think better of youself, forgetting who you were before she came into the picture. When everything was possible, and you might as well conquer the world.
The pain, wow. There’s only so much a heart can contain. And if you are losing your mind just to make sense of it all, we can always talk.
Fragility, huh? Nobody told you about all this, and it seemed like you only have yourself to figure out which button to press and which to avoid. And the only way to know is to do it, and with that, all that’s left is consequence. You like it or not, you already did. How come something so passionate, so fiery, so strong, was built on something that’s so delicate?
It’s mad. The anger is the devil. Those “if only”s. That one minute that went too fast and when you realized, you are three seconds too late. Sentences, fingers—the same ones that touched you with unexplainable desires.
How do you go back from that?
So I understand why, this time, your note has more words.
Ultraviolet 
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