Hey Felix,
I wanted to write you a letter but I don't know what to say. What to write.
I always know what to write. I'm a writer. I write. Don't I?
What am I supposed to say anyways?
I'm in love with you and I want to stay with you always and forever.
But that's a stupid thing to tell you right? And so naive.
It doesn't sound so magical when you hear it all the time in movies or songs, read it in books or magazines.
I want it to be more. To mean more. I want you to understand what I feel but I don't even know where and how to start.
I'm supposed to always know what to say and right now, I don't. Even though one of the reasons you were attracted to me in the first place was because I know. I just do. And I know you.
I hate myself for that. I hate myself for many, many things anyways.
You never knew that, did you? But I'm not mad at you for not thinking about the possibilty of that.
I guess from now on I'll write letters that you'll never get. There's no point but I never made sense anyways.
With love,
Yours.
