Dear D.
You are not my crush, and hopefully im not yours, but i want to thank you.
For what... Being an asshole,? A bad friend,? No. I want to thank you for making me realize... Love is not for me
That night, when we were in the front yard starting at the sky and all of those stars on it, you told me i was more precious than them all, i just laughed... That was not a flirting laugh...but you could not tell the difference, so you fighted, and i fighted too, we did it toghether.
You fighted for me, and i fighted for you, you fighted with the world, while i just fighted with myself, myself? Yes, i fighted with myself.
There was something with myself, that didnt wanted to be with you, that said i didnt wanted love, so i had to fight, and decide, D. i have decided
D. you are not my crush, and hopefully, by the time you read this, i wont be yours, you dont know about love, nethier do i, actually, The only thing i can tell you about love is this: i love you, you are not my crush, but i still love you, so im letting you go. That night when i told you, love was not for me, i told you i was not interested. I was not lying, but i hope you were.
You told me i was not pretty, and that i would never find love again, i mean, i dont want to find love, but still you made me think.
Really? Is that what love is? No, i dont think so.
You are not my crush, im not yours.
Dear D.
Thank (and screw) you.
