:: prologue ::

12:00 am | September 18

She typed, I wish I can say 'I love you' to you, but hundreds milliseconds and five tragic events flashback later, she deleted every single word.

Thoughts, rambles, tears and laughs put together in a beautiful mess, in 3 am thoughts. Expressing my mind each night, whatever I was feeling and whatever I wanted to feel.

highest: # 554 in short story, #137 in sad thoughts