Dear,
I really wanted to hate you. Truly, when I'm away from you I am able to hate you and despise you and loathe you for all the heartache that you've caused and all the tears that were shed in your absence and in solitary of darkness.
But 4 are family. And no matter how much I hated every fiber of your being, you worry me. And I can't help but be concerned about you. I'm sorry I wasn't a better sister.
And you, 3, you were my closest friend. And no matter how jealous I get when watching you adore the people you want around you, I can't forget the times we shared and the memories we made. I know I said I'd never write to you again but just talking with you made me remember why I liked you so much and resurfaced the pangs of unrequited love and care for our friendship. I miss you but you seemed to have forgotten all that time we had spent together and turned away to others in search of better company.
And the only reason I am able to pass by you everyday is to say I no longer care. But truly I do. I just need you to be permanently gone so that I can move on and find someone better suited for the likes of me.
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.
