( here’s the problem: these messages are too little, not enough. it can’t carry the whole weight of everything that flickers across his face and his heart and what he wants to say to her. how about right now. where are you. i miss you.
he’s only such a coward with karen page.
but in the end, frank forces himself to keep on this blunt track, like ripping off band-aids, tearing out his stitches, addressing the elephant in the room and exactly how badly he fucked it up last time: )
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he’s only such a coward with karen page.
but in the end, frank forces himself to keep on this blunt track, like ripping off band-aids, tearing out his stitches, addressing the elephant in the room and exactly how badly he fucked it up last time: )
don’t think i’m allowed to say that i missed you.