To Whom It May Concern.

Letter Five

To whom it may concern.

"Love" is such a fickle thing. One moment you're fine, maybe even better than fine. But sometimes the rug is pulled out from under you. I thought I was fine. I harbored feelings for some people for so long that the ache eventually went away for them.

But one of them turned their attention back to me. Hearing the sweet words, it felt so good. I lost myself in it. Until I remembered that I wasn't really anyone special to them, they were just teasing me. And that brought about so much more hurt than I've felt in a long time.

It isn't because I was hurt that I don't care; it's because I care so much that it hurts. Currently, I'm taking some time away from them. Maybe I'll break out the alcohol, it's good for a broken heart. So I've been told anyway.

It's not going to be as simple as forgetting them and moving on. They're my friend, and that's why I don't want to lose that. Someone that made me feel valued, and not just a friend of convenience because I just happened to be there.

One day I'll be able to let go.

But that day isn't today.

Cain