Brooklyn is haunted and no longer mine

Portland OR

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I still think about you a lot. Some days it’s a dagger in my stomach. Other days, a dull under-beat of disappointment. I apologize for being chaotic. I just fell for you so quickly. All the pop-psych accounts on Instagram call it “limerence”. Whatever it was, it felt very real to me at the time. I wish you had the tools, the time, and the desire to handle me. You are so beautifully brilliant, when you want to be. I’m loving you from a far now, my darkling. Be safe out there.