She sat down and pulled out some paper and a pen. She took a deep breath and began to write.
"Most letters start with Dear, but not this one. It hurts too much to write your name let alone call you Dear. Though you are dear to me. So dear."
She sighed.
"This is going to be harder than I thought. Writing to you. Putting my feelings down on paper. But I think it's the only way to reach you. So here goes.
I remember how surprised I was to hear from you. It had been so long. But it wasn't a bad surprise. We talked for awhile and the next day as well. You told me one night that you had decided that you liked talking to me. I smiled and replie
She doesn't care about my obnoxious laugh or my handsome looks.
She couldn't care less about the sweet nothings I can hurl from my
stomach. I can't make her smile with a glance nor will she giggle at
the brush of my hand, But I continue to stutter these compliments,
lacing fancy words together string by string because although being
charming isn't exactly my forte, I'm trying with a glimmer of hope
that… that maybe there is something more.
She doesn’t care about the heart-shaped secrets in my chest or about
the reasons why I have no regrets. She couldn’t care less about the
lies I weave to cocoon myself away. I can̵
So here I go for the thousandth time
Bearing more bad news
It doesn't matter how hard I try
I know I'm going to lose
Looking back at my mistakes
Its hard not to laugh
Confusing everything I've ever known
With Everything I have
There's no excuse because all of the blame
Fits me like a g
You told me “friends forever”,
More like ‘friends for now’,
As your sweet promises
Were just lies I allowed.
You said “we are best friends”,
More like ‘friends at best’,
As your solid affirmations
Were all digressed.
You told me “I need you”
More like ‘you need me’
As your statements
Were my last plea.
Why did you go?
Why did you leave?
I’m left here all alone
Trying, in us, to believe.