to him.

4;

Dear, You.

I don't know why I am writing to you.

You don't see these. They are hidden in my bedside table drawer so nobody can see them. I don't want to be called a freak again.

The first time it happened, it was because my mum had written a love note for me and glued it to the front of my bag.

It was weird and unnecessary, people called me a mommas boy. I don't think she loved me that much anyway.

She broke our family apart.

There is no true love, anyway. For being with people, you're guaranteed to have heartbreak because they hurt you.

Would you hurt me if we were together?

From, Me.