For it has been many years since we’ve spoken, the wounds burn more fresh than yesterday. I don’t want to close the book, but close the entire existence of it. In another world I'm still your girl. In another paradise we were married in Paris. In another utopia we were perfect. Things didn't happen for a reason, Actions were carried out the way it was meant to be done. You and I have grown so much, that if our younger selves saw one another we wouldn't be able to recognize one another. I felt killed. I lost everything. I had reasons to do what I did. And I know you never understood that. In my mind, in the small corner of my lost hopes, there’s still that mcr fanatic that loves you, the old you. The same way you do. I don’t recognize