I feel a void inside. The corners of the wound burning, flickers of pain seize me every now and then. It's the reality check. I know it's not real. No matter how much it seems to me in the past week. I am deeply affected. I am sensitive to words. They break me. But I love every second written in the book - every fantasy of another's dream.
The holiday is almost over. I am yanked unwillingly from the love so beautiful, it is painful. I need to leave this obsession for good. But I love you, and I always will.
-just another Twilighter-
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