Dear You,
I think I’ve fallen pretty hard for you.
I hope you know that.
Sincerely, Me.
Dear You,
Wouldn’t it be nice if we just escaped? Go on an adventure. Anywhere. Just you and me. As long as you’re with me, nothing matters.
Sincerely, Me.
But why does it feel that I can’t have you at all…
Dear You,
Sometimes it’s difficult for me to deal with you. But it’s all worth it, because you’re worth every single ounce of my pain. I don’t mind being the one that you take your anger out on. I want to be there for you everytime you hurt. But I can’t…
I want to be your pillar of strength; I want to support you, and hold you, and be there for you. Always. You complete me, and I don’t want to lose you. Because simply, I love you. I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way. Feelings are feelings, and these feelings of mine are not going anywhere anytime soon.
I must be a masochist.
I must be weak.
But I sincerely care for your well-being, and I can’t help it.
You’re not a heartless bastard, stop thinking that.
Sincerely, Me.
Dear You,
All this time you lead me on, when you didn’t even think of me that way. Oh well, okay. I guess I was stupid enough to believe that you would even like me in the first place.
It’s all my fault.
Sincerely, Me.
I used to cut. The pain brings me such masochistic pleasure.
That I’d forgive you right away. That I’d let you run back into my arms.
No. Fuck you. You’ve had your last chance, and I’ve made that quite clear.
Get out of my sight.