dear lyle,
not the lyle possibly reading this but another lyle, the one who left, seventeen if i remember your age right, you were six years older than me (but you thought i was fourteen, sorry), you saved me too. you caught my hand and you smiled, and i could tell it was a fake one, but you smiled, really smiled.
lyle, i miss you sometimes. all the time. you meant every single thing you said.
love,
ren
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 11:11 PM UTC
dear lyle,
not the lyle possibly reading this but another lyle, the one who left, seventeen if i remember your age right, you were six years older than me (but you thought i was fourteen, sorry), you saved me too. you caught my hand and you smiled, and i could tell it was a fake one, but you smiled, really smiled.
lyle, i miss you sometimes. all the time. you meant every single thing you said.
love,
ren
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