Sometimes I feel like you're two different people. Theres the sweet one who I text all the time and the one who makes my heart skip a beat with every reply. Then there's the other you. The real life you is cold. A block of ice that I try to thaw by beaming brightly but you remain cold. We haven't held a conversation in real life for months. Doesn't that make you sad? Doesn't that confuse you? It sure as hell confuses me. How can we speak so easily online but when in public you can barely utter a word? I don't want to know the cold you. I wish that the sweet version of you could climb out of your computer screen and into reality. I wish that that part of you could take over whatever spirit that embodies you now. I don't need you to change and that's not what I'm asking. Sometimes I just wonder, which one is the real you?
YOU ARE READING
You Know Who You Are
Non-FictionLetters to people that I would never send, saying things that I could never say
