by Xaeli » Tue Jul 04, 2017 7:22 pm
Dear J,
I told myself that I would never fall in love again, I told myself that I would never put myself through the pain and cruelty of love ever
again. Well look at me now, and look at what you've done to me. You've got me stumbling over my own two feet and choking on my own
breath every time you even cross my mind. You haunt my dreams and grace my reality. You're voice is enough to make me smile with a
brightness to challenge the sun, and your truth is enough to make me drown myself in tears. You're literally one in seven billion, and I
consider myself to be the luckiest girl alive to be one of the lucky people who get the honour of knowing you. You are the best thing in
my life at the moment and I can't be thankful enough for everything that you have done for me, you managed to come along right when I
needed someone to lift me out of the mud, but at the same time you also swept me off my feet. You're a blessing in every aspect, even
if you can't see it in yourself, you are the kindest, most humble, generous, thoughtful, caring, talented, beautiful, loving, comforting
person that I know and probably will have the pleasure of ever knowing.
But love is still cruel. Love is still a game not made to be won by everyone. And here I am, the failure.
I know that everything I feel about you will never be reciprocated nor even thought about because of reasons that make us an
impossibility amongst a world of circumstances. You will never be able to see the creases in my smile, or the way my lips swell when I
cry. I'm only a ladybug with broken wings and you are the blossoming rose surrounded by vicious thorns on the other side of the garden;
a dream, a taunt, and a cruel reminder that life is not as simple as I wish it was.
Perhaps we may be a possibility in another life, or with another set of circumstances. But in this reality, despite how hard I may try, this
love is only another fragile object waiting to be crushed. Though this may put me through so much pain that I feel like my chest is ready
to concave at any minute, I still thank you for being someone in my life. You mean more to me than you will ever know.
A simple letter from, no-one important
18+ . she/they . bi
mood:
wanna sleep
for three years