Love letters

11th scribbled letter

Dear Diamond,

That day I asked you whether you hated me. The answer was evident on your face, in your eyes the answer glowed, mocking me. Even then I kept a sliver of hope alive, that maybe you just don't like my rambling. Turns out, yes, you hate me. And as much as it crushed me and tears stung my eyes, I kept it in. I didn't want you to feel guilty. Then the other day, when I was holding one of my friend's hands tightly just for fun, she complained to you. You were so near to me, I could hear your heart beating. And then the hate-filled glare you directed toward me, I knew I was the reason for your hate, my hands left her and fell powerless to my sides. I was- you almost drove me to my knees. But I controlled it. This has never happened before. Knowing that you hate me but still, this broken heart doesn't seem to leave you alone, leave me alone. I don't know what to do...