Letters You Will Never Read

Emptiness

It's been a few weeks since I wrote.

Jackson left for Colorado this morning. I thought, and it's silly of me, that maybe his plans might have changed. He gave me flowers, saying he would miss me. And that he loved me. You know how long it's been since someone said that? And meant it?

It scares me.

It's high time to decide. I have to tell him everything, and it's going to wreck our relationship. I know he's forgiving... but the me he's known is practically a lie. It's just impossible. I love him. I've known that for a while now.

But there is one thing that all this is based on. One thing worse than the rest. The one thing I hadn't even told you yet.

 

I kill.