Dear D,
Weird, isn't it, to be called like that? I know, but I swear, you'll get to know me, and, I swear, you'll understand why I am calling you that friendly. It's so sad when no one understands a person, but I guess you can. I chose you because it's easier to tell you about my life, than letting the others destroy me. You still don't know me? Well, you will. I'll tell you everything about me, because, Dear D, you must know me, and secrets should be kept, not hidden. We can't find secrets, not because they are hidden or kept, but because we don't put enough effort on finding them. That's why I decided that I must let someone know about what happened, so people who really care can find my secret, just because they cared enough.
What if no one cares?
That's impossible. Because you care. If you are still reading this, it means that you care. Dear D, I hope you'll enjoy hearing my little story every day. You are the only one who can wipe my tears at night, the only one who can know why these tears were falling, and how to make them stop.
Taking my pen when I feel lonely, writing these few words, revealing a part of my heart, telling you about my daily life, while waiting for a reply. You're just listening right now, why can't you reply?
Who are you, D?
YOU ARE READING
Dear D,
RomanceToday, I'm writing you a part of my life. Today, I'm telling you what bothers me the most. Today, I'm telling you about what happened yesterday. Today, I'm crying. Most of all, today, I'll show you a naked part of me. My secrets aren't the only one...
