#the host.

Why did they have to speak, why didn’t I pull myself into front and do something?? Why did they tell the words I’ve dreaded instead of comforting.

Listen, @floweryinthereal . You know what I’m talking about. And you know that you’re going to think that it’s your fault.

It isn’t.

Some words were exchanged yes, sometimes. It is only sometimes when it’s exhausting to deal with you, but only when we’re already in a bad mood, only when the intrusive thoughts from said bad moods basically yell at us. I don’t hate you. WE don’t hate you, we never did. And never will, you’re someone we hold dear to our heart. I would rather throw hands with myself than say “I hate you”.

You will never catch us leaving, never. Do you even know how bad I cried at night whenever I remembered that we lost all contact with you until we got tumblr? Do you know that more than half of the system missed you? Do you know that we genuinely got creative just to call again? Just to talk? To speak with the person that got us through hard times without realizing it?

We missed you. And we are overjoyed to be able to talk to you again.