A Marine In Japan, and his Vicissitudes of Fortune.
I want to be the villain.
I want to take you away from him,
I’m just not that guy anymore.
My own death couldn’t break me. Yeah, it’s greedy, but I’m keeping it to myself. I’m sorry about that. I just wanted the time left to be just that. Time. With you, all of you.
Just know that I miss you. I know you’re gonna do great things. I love you.
I’ll always be here, in this sliver of time, if you want to talk. Just don’t get too hung up on me, okay?
I’ll be living through you, so always do your best.
I wanted to be so much more kind, and sweet. I’m sorry for every heart that I’ve broken. Every feeling that I hurt.
I had one hell of a trip. I felt love, and heartbreak, regret and joy. I was alive. Such a beautiful thing.
You died when I was eighteen. Yet even now my heart aches in your wake. Like it was yesterday you were trying to get me to roll you a cigarette. Like it was yesterday. How can it still hurt this much?