The Art of Smiling

Dear Love (WARNING: Harsh Language)

I think that, before too much time passed, love became a myth to me. A fairy tale that I couldn't reach in my most outlandish dreams. I think it became a hope, that's something at least, but broken heart after broken heart left me bruised and battered. So here are writen four short letters to my first love, my second, my most recent, and love itself.

Dear First Love,
         You were a lot of firsts for me. First hand hold, first intimate encounter, first real heart ache. I loved you for years before I realized you were destroying me without even wanting me. I let go of what little bit of friendship we had left this year and I do not regret it.

Dear Second Love,
         You were forbidden for me. For two years I could only be your friend and what a struggle it was for us both. The third year my mother gave in and we were happy. Things fell apart pretty quickly and I blame myself, but we're still friends and I am so glad.

Dear Fuckface,
         I spent all summer chasing you. I spent all summer swaying to your music. I spent all summer in your arms. I spent all sunmer trying to make you see that I would love you better than anyone else in the world. And you had the audacity to choose a girl from TINDER over me.

Dear Love,
        Fuck you.