hazyaffection
“She wanted to write something good about this. You are the best part of her life, after all. You deserve it. But she choked on the part where you’re supposed to love her: she can’t really write it without sounding like a liar. So she went back, desperate for profs, insisting, insisting, insisting. But all she found was hazy memories and second hand affections, slipped between the not replied text messages and how you act so cold. Had you loved her, you wouldn’t treat her like this. And I swear she wanted to write you a happy little thing but all she had was: THEY SAID: “HE DOESN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING SPECIAL TO HER YET LOOK AT HOW SHE DESTROY HERSELF WHEN HE LEFT. HE DOESN’T EVEN LOVE HER.” SHE COULD ONLY SAY: “I KNOW. I KNOW. I KNOW.””
— in my defense part. 1