Dear Heart,
I have a favor to ask of you. Stop this foolishness. It hurts. Do you not feel it? Do you not feel how much it hurts to love him? It hurts so much. He says he loves us, he says we mean the world to him; his words are lies. If we truly meant something to him would he be out there with Her right now? No. He would not. I am sorry, truly. What I write must be hard to hear, or rather read, but you need to hear this. He will never stop causing this unbareble pain, never. So please, for your sake and mine, leave him. Because I am not sure how much more of this you can take. You are a weak, fragile heart, and must be handled with care, kindness, and love. He will give you none of these. It is time we find someone who will.
Sincerly,
The Head
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My dearest Head,
Everything you've written in your letter is true, I realize that. It does hurt loving him, a lot actually. Head, honey, I know he will never loves us the way I love him. Yes, it hurts so much knowing that he's out with Her again, I can't help but be a little jealous of Her, the attention she get from him. But I can't do what you've asked. I can't leave him. I love him. You must think I'm such an idiot to love a man the causes me so much pain and misery. But I do, I love with with my entire being. He was so good to us. Do you remember? Remeber how he would bring us roses every wednesday, or the beautiful words he'd whisper, such sweet words. I do. I remember all our good times with him. I can't let the go of the memories, of him. At least not yet.
With love,
The Heart
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A/N this is dedicated to the lovely colorful_emo. i wouldn't have posted this...or anything if it weren't for her support. xoxo <3
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Letters
Short StoryA collection of letters addressed to various different people. NOTE: this is a work of fiction, none of the letters are real...or are they.
