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May 08 2015

As I lay staring at my ceiling, listening to music I am left wondering about the great love of my life on this rainy Thursday night in California. It's late, officially Friday at this point I should say...and I'm wondering if he is thinking of me in this very moment. The raindrops slashing my windows and hitting the pavement outside. I think about the rainy nights we had together. How he used to turn on a show and we would embrace all night and fall asleep in his arms. I remember how he would toss his blanket into the dryer and once that bell rang he would quickly take it out and wrap me tight. I remember feeling the comfort of his body keeping me warm and his dog at my feet. All these memories that I hope I can keep forever. I never want to lose them, I never want to forget. I fear one day something will happen and I wont remember all of this nor my name.
— F.F.

May 03 2015

There was a lot that was left unsaid, and now I have the strength to send it all to you. The weight on my chest has now been lifted as I know I did all I could. I gave you my heart, but you only returned a piece of it. You selfishly kept most of it and now I need to replace the missing piece with someone else. Someone who can mend my broken core and bring a new feeling back. The feeling of being alive and feeling loved. 
— F,F,

April 23 2015

You stare at her words. The last words that call out for you. Over and over again you wish you could reply but pride always gets the better of us doesn't it...the tears swell up in your eyes and anger at the same time. You wish she were gone. You wish she never existed, because you're tormented by the image of her. The guilt swallows you up every night, feeling the empty shell of the being you are. Not a man, but a coward. You think of her always, thinking of her as the innocence you once held in your hands. The innocent you corrupted. But the clock in your head ticks and ticks reminding you you're getting old but she remains in her youth.  But every night before you lay your head you re-read her last words as a tormenting poem that swirls in your head being carried out by your current to your heart, every night you read my last words.
— F.F.
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April 22 2015

Your voice chimes in my head as I try to leave. You're like a ghost that follows, like a shadow that creeps. Your scent lingers on the cloth of my skin. Your eyes twinkle off glass and steel. Your lips taunt me in every person I kiss. You say I am the one that follows when you are everywhere I am.
— F.F.
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