#letter....

Sometimes, dearest, I know too much. So much that I've held this hate from afar. I cringed at the very sight of you. I wanted you to suffer as I had from all this. But at the same time, I didn't want you to know how much I was indeed hurt. I'm not weak. And I'll fight hard to prove it. I saw your mistakes and they have pained me even if I say otherwise. They did. It's a fact. I just have to say that you weren't that important for me to fall into an oblivion just because of your pity and mistakes. I saw all this through an eye of another. I knew the things that you perhaps didn't even know. I knew all that you perceived - all that you thought. From it, I was hurt and I fell once again. But, love, I'd rather know all this and walk away from you than not know and be scarred again.