dear e,
perhaps i misjudged you. well, i did. it's all my fault. i wonder what i did to you sometimes. why do you still talk to me? did me ghosting hurt less than her? did i always mean less to you?
i know i'll never know. i'm sorry.
love,
ren
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 8:52 PM UTC
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