Sincerely Me

7.

If I was really grasping at straws here, I'd say you were avoiding me.
You always have, of course.
Yet somehow now, you've barely left your mom's house. Always keeping the curtains down, walking far away from the windows.
What's the matter? Are you scared?
Do you think I'll hurt you? Me?
I would simply never. I would never hurt you. I'd only ever make love to you.
You know how much I adore you.
Earlier this day when you actually walked out of the house, to get the mail, I had built up the courage to walk past you. That is how much I care about you.
I walked right next to you.
Lightly brushed my arm against yours, approximately a 2 second interaction, if you can even call it that.
I expected you to look at me, wide eyed, flushed cheeks and all.
But you froze.
Am I scaring you?
Can't blame you, I have invaded your privacy a few times, but come on.
In my previous letters, I've tried to keep up an act, to come off as scary as possible, don't blame me for getting off of fear.
It's my way of coping with this pathetically, fear induced world.
Can't handle it? Get off to it.
And after all, fear is a good way to control somebody. Gets you what you want, most of the time.
So, can you REALLY be in any way upset with me?
This is the only time where I'll take no for an answer.
Point is. I'd say I'm much less intimidating.
So, a small hi would be greatly appreciated.
I know that isn't happening anytime soon.
I've started to come up with a plan, where I could have at least a one minute conversation with you.
Though I'm afraid that won't be exactly possible.
No, it is, but I doubt you'd talk to me.
If only there was a way where you'd have to talk to me.
I promise I'll make it happen.

Sincerely, me.