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A NOTE FROM RYKE Fuck off.
I would’ve loved to tell her that it never would. That no matter where we were the sun would always be present. But it wouldn’t have been true. The only thing we could count on was that the sun would rise again.
How much I related to the loneliness in her eyes. I felt closer to her in a way that I couldn’t articulate. It wasn’t physical. Or mental. It was spiritual, something I couldn’t shake.
He’s much older, my protector and my best friend. He’s my future and my happiness.
But things are always different in our minds, amped up to the thousandth degree.
It’s the sensation of never truly believing something will come to fruition but finally feeling the moment that it has.
