Dear,
I waited for you. For any message that might've constructed some type of foundation for us to veil a friendship in.
But as soon as we lay the first brick you crushed and left it behind.
I waited days for any simple contact to make its way to me from you. But I vainly clung onto the desperate belief that maybe everything was alright.
That maybe I had just overthought the situation.
But it's clear to me now that I had been correct all along. And I don't know if I'm more surprised that you left, or that I believed you'd stay.
You just don't take a hint, do you?
YOU ARE READING
My Dearest
PoesiaThese are personal letters written to those I've loved, letters by which by no means are ever to be read by who they are intended for. Also rant/vent in here occasionally. I don't want comments on those chapters.
