Twenty-six (lit)

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Dear, little

Did you know that there is a disease called Ophiocordyceps unilateralis. It's a fungus that ants can get. The disease is also referred to as the zombie fungus. That's kinda cool if you think about it. It takes control of the ant and makes it go to a high up place so that it can release spores and infect other ants. This fungus has been able to basically destroy ant colonies. For the record this is true google it.
There is no point to me telling you that, it's just an excuse to talk to you. The last few times we talk haven't been good ones. I said some things and so did you. I'm sorry for what I said. I just get fed up. I want you even though we are so wrong for each other. I wish we could try it though. One week date me just to see. That won't happen I know but it's a thought. You as much as you stress me out you still cross my mind just about every minute. I still think about you. Random thoughts like just riding in the car, laying in bed at the crack of dawn, walking someone cause why not. I just I wish it wasn't so complicated. Then again if it's worth it it won't be easy.
I fight myself every night. I fight myself over you, part of me want to text you. I want to talk to you. The other part knows it won't help. I know you and I know you aren't up for conversation because to you it's easier to pretend nothing is wrong. It's easier to just say it's nothing and never was. Then when I do talk to you face to face it's different. You treat me like an ex you never got over. You act like, you are just different.
Honestly, it's late and I'm tired and I forget my train of thought. Sleep well.

Sincerely, an over-thinker

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