Unsent Letters.

despondency.

5th February 2016, 6:15 a.m.

Dear Journal,
It's been quite a while since we've spoken but I've been really busy lately. Stress is stressing me out. Gahh.

I just thought I should tell you this.

I love him.

I really do. I love his hair, and the way he walks. I love the way he stutters when he's around me. I love the way he only ever eats his toast if it's the right kind of hot, and I love how sensitive he gets over fictional deaths. I love all of that, with every bit of my heart. And not a single part of me wishes for him to change that.

He has his flaws. And I say this with great adoration; he makes decisions moronically. He is constantly getting his heart broken, and he doesn't see that the girl he is with is destroying him; slowly eating his heart out piece by piece, and then smashing it on the concrete all at once. I wish I could make him see what was really happening to him, but who am I to tell him that? The girl he has chosen is so beautiful. Shes so different and interesting. She is a walking Aphrodite that's never satisfied.

An air of despondency replaces the oxygen. As I breathe it in I realize that he will never really be mine to keep. The memory of him is so painful that I've just decided to obliterate him from my mind, forever.