hi.
i dont know if you’ll be able to read this, but im writing to you anyway.
maybe it’s better if you wouldnt.
all i know is there are things that needed to be written down because thats the only way i get them out of my head.
i want to believe that after this letter is everything and out of my hands; everything you made me feel when you left will go with it, back to you, back to where it all started.
i dont know if youre doing fine. maybe something terrible happened to you and, of course, no one would know to contact me.
thats what i get for being a secret and maybe i deserve that. God knows enough terrible things happened to both of us when we were together (and worse when we’re apart). maybe he was punishing us for something. maybe what we had was too good. maybe youre not supposed to have anything good while youre still alive.
we were good, werent we, for a while at least?
i dont expect you to answer. i sometimes wonder if expecting things of you is what made this mess in the first place.
you never gave me a good enough reason and so now all i can do, is think of all the reasons why you couldve left me.
each night, i think of a new one.
was i too pushy? not pushy enough?
did i say something at the wrong moment? what did i do to ruin it?
maybe there was something you didnt tell me. maybe some ghost came out of the woods one night and grabbed you away from me.
do you see how unfair this is?
all i can do is sit here and brainstorm reasons why i wasnt good enough for you, why someone else was better.
if you read this, i just want you to know that whatever your reason was, you hurt me and despite that, you know i wouldnt hurt you back. Id still love you all the same, over and over again.
you were good for a while.
i thought i was good too.
once yours sincerely,
you know who.
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