your eyes reeled me in, trapping me in that dark brown world filled with love, diamonds and pearls that were made just for me and me only. yet, i had looked for a way out, using the love you gave me as a flashlight. 

i'm sorry.

first loves will always have a huge impact on one, especially if it was never genuine. it takes courage to own that love had never blossomed between a pair, a flower that was supposed to bloom ended up withering away in the shortest amount of time. a dead rose. 

it also takes bravery to pull out the dead rose from your garden to plant a new one, to give space for your garden to have a better, healthier, prettier rose bloom in all its glory. 

be truthful to yourself, to yourself, to others. be clear with your emotions that haven't picked up the remnants of your broken heart. so that memories of a broken love doesn't wash up every time there's a tide of loneliness. 

baby, i just want my love back, i'd love to love someone new, but i gave it all to you.

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JAY'S LAST NOTES ★ !

thank you thank you thank you for sticking around and reading the book to the end !! i'm so grateful for everyone who's commented and liked the plot of the story, i love each and every one of you 😽😽 hopefully i'll write more longer books ( if i don't procrastinate ) <3