the unsent letters

to my not well-functioning body

i’m sorry about those nights.

i’m sorry i can’t get it off of my head, that thoughts.

i’m sorry i keep hurting you again and again. 

i’m not asking you to be happy every time because life doesn’t want us to function that way.

we can’t be happy every time.

but at least, we’re happy right now. 

we love each other right now.

among those confusing choices, 

at least we know what we need.

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