"It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live."
- Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
December 21, 2008
Dear Charlie,
I have a confession to make. I love her. I always have, but I try not to think about it since it can really ruin our friendship. I get sad many times because I can't tell her how I feel. Sometimes I say to myself that I dont really love her. That it is just me not wanting to be alone. But I just can't manage to convince myself. I tried to go out with other girls, but it didn't seemed fair to me to use other girls to forget another. I find that quite repulsive. It is now 3 am and I can't find myself to sleep, so I decided to write you. I don't know what about really, I guess I just needed someone to talk to. Or someone who would listen. I was in a wedding today, and my family was there, they were all happy. And I was happy about them, specially my cousin, because she was the one who was getting married. But somehow still, I didn't felt happy about myself. I was sad. Because of her. Because I just can't put my feelings aside and keep going with my life. But I know that by tomorrow I'll be alright. Again, I just wanted someone to listen to me. I have to stop writing now, my typing somehow awakes my little cousin.
Love,
Joctan
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