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I don't think you're active anymore, I don't even know if you'll ever see this but it's Fletcher, or at least that's what I used to go by. It's been a long time, I know, and it's probably useless now but we never really got any closure and it has been bugging me these past couple years. It would be pointless to explain exactly what happened and why I had to break up with you when I did, especially since we're both at such different stages of life now. However let me say this, you're my fondest memory when it comes to my ex partners and I genuinely miss our friendship and the way we worked together. I also think things would be much different if we met at a different time. That time was just...not a good point of my life. In fact it was the worst point of my life and I didn't know how to tell you about everything that was going on. I thought you deserved better and that's why I left. I know you messaged me a while later when we briefly talked again but I never read that message and I do regret it. I wish I read it and tried to fix things but yet again, I thought you deserved better. In hindsight, it was selfish of me to make such a decision alone, without ever asking you for your thoughts. I had good intentions but that doesn't matter, I ended up hurting both of us and for that I apologize. I sincerely hope your life is going great and I want you to know you'll always be in my heart. Even if you'll never read this, it was much needed to say everything and I'm sorry for not saying it earlier.

it’s been months since you sent this, and i’m not sure if you’ll ever see that i replied, but it doesn’t feel right to me to just leave this in my inbox to dust.

i haven’t been on this blog for ages now, i don’t even remember the last time i logged into tumblr in general. a post about tumblr on twitter lead me here and that’s how i found your message.

fletcher, i do have to say, you did hurt me a lot back then. i was in a really vulnerable state in my life, but so were you, and yeah maybe if we had met in a different time it could’ve gone differently. i still remember the piercing pain of the initial breakup, but more vividly i remember seeing a post on one of your friends’ page with a screenshot of you talking about having met someone new and having plans to meet them and how happy you were. and this was a couple of weeks (?) after you broke up with me due to your mental health.

i felt betrayed at the time, but maybe it did also help me to get over you because instead of being sad i could now just be angry. i don’t hold any grudges against you; obviously i don’t know the whole story either and maybe i misinterpreted it all. but the experience as a whole taught me a lot about what i wanted and needed from a relationship and how i maybe wasn’t ready for it at the time.

i do have many fond memories with you from when we met and miss our friendship and the way it worked, and i genuinely hope you’re living your best life and doing well nowadays 🧡

(if you ever happen to find this and want to talk more, i’m active on discord — nin#2608)

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writer can have a little new wip

as a treat

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sorry bro can't go out tonight. i'm stuck in an eternal state of melancholy

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someone: *notices an intimate detail about me & shares the observation with me* me: who are u working for

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what that mouth do

complain

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Embroidered Backpacks from Julia Linen tale

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girls b like [exists] and i be like [adores]

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who wants to see my cats when they were kittens

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someone: ahaha zoning out much? anyone home??? haha

me, dissociating: What

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lgbtq+ artists using religious themes in their lyrics :)

ft. troye sivan, king princess, hayley kiyoko, harry styles, louis tomlinson & wrabel.

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slappy boys!!!

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*gets addicted to literally anything that distracts me from the fact i exist*

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La pluie de vos injures n'atteint point le parapluie de mon indifférence.