Intertwined

     Yes! I know! It's far from Valentine's Day by now! You don't need to say a word. You can still read this anytime you want. It's not a story based completely around Valentines Day. It's just a love story. Although, I must warn you, it's more like a your crush x yourself kinda story. Yeah, like a crush x reader except you can either be the crush or the one writing the letter. It's completely up to you. Now, I will give you a fair warning, ...the feels are at their extremes. The ending is neither happy nor sad. In fact, it's barely even what you'd call an 'ending.' If your sensitive I recommend grabbing some tissues first. I just needed to warn you because I'm not going to be that jerk-face who doesn't warn you about the 'extreme feels.' I hate it when people do that in x readers. Oh, and for all the x reader newbies out there C/N (I almost said Cartoon Network. Oh, God, help me.) will stand for crush's name and W/N will stand for the name of the one who wrote the letter. Remember, you can be either the writer or the crush. Also, this is written in (C/N)'s point of view. Now, with that said, I hope you enjoy this love story I have made for you all.

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     (C/N) walked into class one day to find an envelope on their desk. They opened it up to find something surprising. It was...a letter. It was neatly typed up and folded to fit in the envelope. They unfolded it to see the few words indicating it was...a love letter. Their eyes shifted back to the beginning of the letter and they began to read through it.

Dear (C/N),

     I need to tell you something. I know you've probably heard it before, but not coming straight from me. I swear I'll never say it again. I won't bother you and pester you about it. I'm not the kind of person who would do that. I just want to get this off my chest, so you don't need to take this letter as anything important. Anyway, I just wanted to say...I think I've fallen for you. I've fallen for you even though I know...you most likely don't feel the same. It hurts to think about it, but it's the cold, hard truth. I'm not exaggerating or lying. I wouldn't do that. That's not me. I want you to know...how I really feel. It's been this way since...since after the end of that year. That year we were friends. Although, somehow it feels as if it were a dream, or as if we weren't actually friends. I don't know what to think of it. I just thought it would be like my previous two crushes. You would either be thought of every day and the crush would only last a year, or you would be thought of rarely and the crush would last years before fading. Oh, how wrong was I? It didn't go away. I couldn't take my mind off you. I just couldn't. The next year I realized...it was love. It had to be. It was like a boomerang. Every so often my mind would convince me that I didn't love you anymore and I would feel so free those times. I couldn't bare the pain of thinking about the worst. That you didn't love me. That's why those moments were such a relief. However, it came right back at me. It hit me. It was a boomerang with glue on it. I'd throw it far away from me, with all the love for you I once had. Then, it was as if it picked up more love along the way, hitting me in the heart when it came back. My love for you grew every time I had a day like this. I know. It sounds a little cheesy, but it's true. Part of me wanted it to grow and the other part wanted it gone. You see, this all started with a friend telling me that you said you loved me. I knew it wasn't true, but...I was weak. What can I say? I got sucked into a lie that I knew was a lie. It was a trap. It was how I'd fall. I've always had bad luck...with love in general. Sometimes I think to myself, you never wanted to be my friend. When I think about it, I barely even know that much about you. I'm not even a great person. I'm just...someone. Someone...toxic. Someone...bad. A human...who makes too many terrible mistakes. A human...who constantly gets told who they should be but can't be. A human...who constantly downgrades themselves in fear that they would turn into the conceited person they once were. A human...who has no motivation and just doesn't care. I wanted to be better, but I felt...controlled. It felt...like a prison...of fire and endless black holes. I don't want pity. I don't want to be told what I want to hear. I don't even need an answer. Not a single response. All I wanted to do was tell you the truth...from the bottom of my heart. I couldn't bear to keep a secret from you this long or even at all. It just put more pressure on me. I'm just telling you in all honesty. I feel you should know the truth. You never did anything to deserve a lie. I know you don't feel the same. However, love is something uncontrollable. I have no intent in this ruining your day. I want you to be happy...without me. All I want to know is that you can smile and you can laugh. If you were around me...I don't even know if it would be possible to do that. I'm not happy even if I appear to be. This is just how it has to be. You don't feel the same and that's okay. Just be happy...without me. 😜😄🙂

Sincerely, 

Your old friend

P.S. (Fairly sad; reading is optional) By the time you read this letter I will already be slowly finding my way of getting over my feelings for you. My reason for sending it now is because my courage is coming back to me...slowly. Very, very...slowly. I fell, but I'm getting back up again...in baby steps. Sometimes the feelings come back in little waves, but I push them away. I used to hide all my feelings. I still do, but...ones about my love for you I have to push away. Otherwise, they'll stick around to cause me pain. Meanwhile, I hope you're happy. I hope you're smiling. I hope you're laughing. I'm not gonna lie, I loved it when you'd smile and laugh. Somehow, it made me feel happy too. Thank you. There is still so much more I want to say, but...I've already wasted enough of your time. I really wish we could be friends again, but I'm not really that confident. That't why I prefer to write these kind of things. Now this, I guess, is goodbye, ...friend.

     (C/N):  *Sigh*..."I know it's you (W/N), ...but..."

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     Oh no! What will (C/N) say? It's up to you to decide in this love story. I don't know what you guys will think of it, but I think my writing got a little too gushy and soft there for a moment. I don't know. Too much heart? Anyway there will be some songs on the next page that sort of relate to this story so you can listen to them if you want but you don't have to. Most people don't like the music I tend to like anyway. (Consciences begin to speak) Duh. It's cuz you're a weirdo. (Back to me again) Oh shish. Whatever. Have a wonderful day my wonderful potatoes! Peace out peeps! 😜😎