Dear HER,
I didn't lie to you that night. When you asked if we could be something more. You said in the future. Maybe. Just maybe.
I wanted that more than anything.
But I don't know if I can wait that long. I am very needy. I am a horrible liar. It kills me to pretend. It kills me to not be able hold you. To kiss you whenever I like.
I will never forget you.
But I'm too weak to pretend we're nothing.
I am weak. I'm not strong like you.
Tho I'm older I'm less mature. More broken down. More beat up.
I have a lot on my heart I won't be able to say a loud.
I may love you, but I can't show it.
If I do. I won't be able to pretend anymore.
So its best if I just let you go.
At least you can't be hurt by me.
And you can go find true happiness.
