Dear my secret love,
Why do I love you so much when all you've ever done is hurt me. Why can't I let go of you, why do all of my feeling always come crashing down and crush me and suffocate me in that stupid, terrible love for you, when all it will ever do is hurt. Why can't I shut you out? Why are all of my thoughts flooded with your memories and your smile. Why do I love those memories. Why do I love those stupid, broken memories so much.
Because I am in love with the person you were. The memories we shared. I am far more in love with person you used to be than who you are today.
I am sorry.
But I hate you.





















