My Love,
I forfeit the pursuit of hope for your return.
Your absence has left a deep mark on my life. However, I can no longer ignore my declining mental health. I have convinced myself that you still love me and that if I wait, you will return. The harsh truth is that you are never coming back. We were never really good at being friends or lovers; we were only good as strangers.
I will no longer wander down memory lane, indulging in nostalgia. I will no longer cling to broken fragments of the past. Those memories of us, I release into the wind. The angel of Christ captures them and carries them far away from my sight, never to be seen again. You must remain in the past, your presence erased. To you, love, may the hand of God always be upon you.
Adieu, Tesoro.
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 3:07 PM UTC
My Love,
I forfeit the pursuit of hope for your return.
Your absence has left a deep mark on my life. However, I can no longer ignore my declining mental health. I have convinced myself that you still love me and that if I wait, you will return. The harsh truth is that you are never coming back. We were never really good at being friends or lovers; we were only good as strangers.
I will no longer wander down memory lane, indulging in nostalgia. I will no longer cling to broken fragments of the past. Those memories of us, I release into the wind. The angel of Christ captures them and carries them far away from my sight, never to be seen again. You must remain in the past, your presence erased. To you, love, may the hand of God always be upon you.
Adieu, Tesoro.
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