We had a good weekend. Friday we stayed up late together, Saturday we fed the poor, watched my brother play soccer, went to an early movie, and had a night of drinking in the town. And Sunday we suffered the consequences of that night. Some more heavy than others. Like the fact that you drunk texted her... I hate having to compete. You're dating me so I should have won; but I'm still fighting every girl from your past and present for your attention. When it happens via drunk text, that scares me. Yes I'm glad you're finally telling me these things when they happen, but the problem is that that shouldn't have happened. I just started trusting you again and feeling safe in our relationship. And just like that, all my fears came back. Heavier if possible. So I'm gonna need some fixing, and I'd love it if you were the one to do it, but you're too scared of confrontation to take care of my needs. So here I am. All tucked up in bed. Writing you this letter while I will myself not to cry and while you sleep in your bed without a care in the world. I wanted to read the messages...but they were already gone...which only makes it 10 times worse.
I'll still love you forever,
~~Kit
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Letters to Matt
RandomA series of love letters, rant letters, and future letters. The image of a relationships ups and downs from the point of view a loving girlfriend.
