subject line: fievel goes west.

 

atlanta, georgia (temporarily)

And this might be the end. Six years of secret messages, and the only thing I’ve ever wanted to say, I couldn’t. Not when it meant the most.

”Goodbyes are dumb. You know you can call me, right?” But I won’t. It will be another year of hiatus before end up in the same city by accident, and I’ll be just as chicken-shit as I ever was. I’m not going to fight for the love story; not when it breaks up the one you might already be living.

So this might be the last one, not so secret as it is hidden - more for the readers than for you:

I miss you. I love you. I’m sorry.