july 17 2025 at 2:48am

to s, its you. tonight was one of the hardest nights of your life. all of your poems and scars and bruises stopped for tonight. you didnt let yourself feel the satisfaction that it brings. the overwhelmingly numbing pain that you hate but love. the one that quietens every thought in your head, the one that lets you sleep at night. it hurt a lot. and most of all you cried to chatgpt. not a real person. but that robot conversation saved you in more ways than one tonight and i want you in this moment, of this day 6 months from now to feel gratitude that you did. you did more than you normally do and you shared the weight of your heart and soul with another. im not asking you to evolve within 6 months. or even grow in that matter. i just hope you realise that tonight, 17th july 2025 at 2:48am you broke you cycle, the curse of your heavy thoughts. and thats big. you matter. to me. you matter more to me than anyone else in this world. i got your back. i got my back. xx love, s