Dearest Love,
In my other letter, I wrote you about what you made me felt in the past years.
I'd told you that I was waiting for you. But that I didn't want to you bring me sadness anymore. I want joy, happiness. I want to believe again in you. I wish that this time, it's going to be right. That you won't let someone play with my heart, my feelings.
You brought me so much, Love. Everything. You built me, you forgot me, you made me feel like I was flying and you also made me feel like I was so much alone.
This time, I think... That I've an opportunity to meet you again. Someone who pretends to transport you into himself once more. This someone is showing me a part of you, Love. He wants to wrap me up and share me something uncommon in my life. He wants to let me know you, Love. In another way. That I never met before.
But you know what ? I'm literally freaking out. I don't really know what to do. You made me felt anxious about other people. My heart is made full of glass. It's fragile.
My heart went to the war. You know it, Love. You're the main reason why I undertook this battle. I wanted to know you better. I wanted to discover you. But, this war between me and your accomplices, left my heart in pieces. Smashed to smithereens.
I used time, mostly to reconstruct my heart and I'm afraid that if you do drop me again, Love, that I won't be able to pick up the pieces.
So, should I let myself go ? It feels like I'm going to jump into the void. I barely know what's waiting for me, down.
I'm scared to start again, Love.
Hope you won't disappoint me anymore, and also that you'll help me in making a good choice.
Sincerely,
E.L
