Dear Mr. Perfect,

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I think about the first time we met and how the sound of your laugh was the cure my broken mind needed.

God when I heard that laugh, I felt it. I felt it so deeply that it shattered my heart as if it were bone, a million tiny pieces, splintering off inside of me in every direction.

You took me over in an instant and I had no choice but to let you. The pieces of you were so deeply engraved into my being that I didn't mind if it hurt every once in a while. I didn't mind if it hurt all the time.
Because I knew I would never survive the  removal of the pieces of you...

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