You win.
Dear W, I have a confession to make, a year and a half ago I made the bravest decision I have ever done since meeting you: I blocked you, not because I didn't care about you anymore, but because I cared too much. The confession is, sadly , I still do. I can't pretend anymore. Every wall I built around my heart during this time is falling apart. And I try my best to patch everything up as soon as it crumbles, but it's all falling to pieces at the speed of light. Like me. You know what I did? I went to collect those pieces, and to my dismay, staring closely, I found out that what I thought was concrete surrounding my heart, was actually tiny fragments of us, of our shared memories, and of blank memories that we will never develop together, that we will never live. I remember I told you once that I cannot keep living in the shadows of what we once had, and for a long while I really thought I didn't. I really hoped I didn't. But deep down? I liked the shadow. I liked yo...