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Stranger: I don’t think we’re meant to fall in love with someone and spend forever with the is just bullshit

"That’s depressing," I whispered, then tapped

Stranger: How did I know you wouldn’t agree with o that treated you the way he did, you still believe in it?

Of course I do

I don’t think it’s always easy, and the journey to find the person you’re meant to be with can be messy, but I think there is at least one person for everyone And I don’t say "at least" in the instance that we get bored, but if there’s a death, or so like that

And, yeah, it can start ants and needs and desire, but you never knohen itso nizes theirs I feel like a part of our souls are dying away every day until we finally find the person who holds the other half

Stranger: Soul mates, huh? If that even exists, I think people are quick to put that label on someone Just like I think people are too quick to say those three little words

True, soer: Not you?

I had only ever told one person that I had loved them, and I hadn’t even said the words "I love you" I’d si as I could reh I had fantasized for years about the day they would

No, but I envy theer: You and your words

Stranger: So you’re a ro less

And I will say I’m kind of disappointed in your lack of belief in love

Stranger: Sorry, Words No white knight waiting to sweep you off your feet here

Ha ha Shalanced up when soe s of the warehouse I blinked quickly, squinted, then ser

Stranger: Christ Already? Morning, Words

I don’t knohy you always sound so surprised when you won’t ever let er: I like your words, what can I say?

My chest h, and my lips pulled into a s to worry about why I can’t function

There was such a long pause before the little dots popped up, indicating he was typing, that I’d thought he’d finally fallen asleep

Stranger: I’ not to ask where you work Or who you are

I wouldn’t tell you even if you did

Stranger: Ever?

My thuht What we’d had with ht every night, was safe because we knew nothing about each other And yet, in the past week and a half, I’d told hi about myself

He didn’t know my name, my family, the specifics of my past with Ben, or about Keithbut he knew more about me than anyone else ever had And I knew that was because there was this sense that he wasn’t actually real Like he was fictional It was as if I was falling for the hero of a book, except he was real

So told me that if ere ever put in front of each other, e’d had would end, and I wasn’t ready for it to I’d never had this, and I didn’t know if I ever would againso I wanted it for as long as it could last

I’htprobably best, yeah?

Yeah

Stranger: Before I let you go, can you tell er: What ever happened to that not-so-suicide note that started all of this?