Dear Jonah
It's been a month and you're still in your relationship.
Channing does love me. He left her for me. I'm really fucking happy and I don't think about you anymore.
I saw your picture yesterday and smirked, but I did not cry, not like I used to, instead, I scrolled onwards
I do not find myself scrolling through your social media's anymore. I do not find myself looking at that silly group picture we took together in January. I do not find myself looking at the messages you sent when I was crestfallen. Jonah, I still love you, I don't think I ever will stop loving you. But for now I think I'll love you less. In January I was ready to give up EVERYTHING to be with you. I was ready to give all the might I never had just so you could love me.
Jonah
Why didn't you say it back?
I'm tired and torn and I was taught to love someone who loves me... but you?
You don't even think about me. You have forgotten me and it fucking hurts, but it's good, Channing hates you and what you did to me. He understands.
I toss and turn and wake at the sound of your voice telling me you love me.
But how can I hear those words in your voice when you never said it once?
Jonah, help me get past this
Make me stop loving you.
You could cut every edge of me and make me bleed and play in my own blood and I'd still love you more than I could ever love myself.
Do you realize the damage you have done to me?
I write poems and shed tears for you and the sound of my voice doesn't even lift your chin.
What do I do Jonah, I love Channing. Make me stop loving you.
You wake at the thought of her and the day ahead.
I wake at the thought of loving Channing.
And you.
You changed me.
You changed the way I love.
I keep thinking that love is attention and maybe that's why I think you don't love me.
But I look at other things, like the way you twiddle your fingers when you're nervous or, or laugh when you're awkward!
You never did that with me. You do it with her.
Channing kisses me with every ounce of his soul and every piece of his mind.
And the only kiss I've received from you is the ever-glowing kiss of your presence in my wake.
Go home Jonah.
My soul is not your home.
Dear Jonah.
I'm not loving you for a little while.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Jonah.
Novela Juvenil"Dear Jonah. Here's a book about all of you I never said. All of me I never told you. And all of us that never was. As I lay in my bed at the hospital I send you the letters I wrote to you. Dear Jonah. Here's your book." An old woman on the verge...
