Wearing a Mask

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This is directed towards a special 'somebody'. You know who you are. And you know what we referenced to; here it is.

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It pained me to even remember what we had, what we shared. How long we've known each other, how long we've always claimed our feelings for another.

You took it too far. You just snapped, like I knew you eventually would, and so I left. It was something that I'd planned if it ever happened, in this case, it did.

Over time, it began harder to even talk to you about what I felt each day. I knew that you weren't there, you weren't there in person to comfort me, coddle me. I wish you were.

Sometimes it'd feel like I was wearing a mask. A mask to express my feelings from what I truly felt. You know which one I favored, which one I loved to wear?

I loved to wear happiness. I loved to wear being brave; but no one knew how sensitive I really was. A tear would come down my cheek, and I'd just say that it was just the bright light.

I sobbed when I was alone. There wasn't anyone that I could truly trust. Besides you, but that bond grew weak and snapped apart.

You wanted to know my true nature? Well, there you have it. In case you were wondering, this is the only time I'd ever respond. You never existed in my life.

You never mattered, and you never will. Never again.

- xofrnk

Frank pressed the send button, emailing that message to his special someone who so happened to leave on the most romantic day of the year; Valentine's day.

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