Dear Blue-Sweatered Boy,
To think I once daydreamed about you, out you on a pedestal, and let you become my everything. To think it was all in my head. To think you never knew. To think you don't know how disenchanted I've become now...
You were briefly my FP, not that you know what that means, not that you care, but now you're nothing to me.
Ha! Nothing, except I'm writing this to you, knowing you'll never bother reading it, so what the fuck does that mean? What does that make you to me?
I don't know anymore. I really don't know... I wish I had never let myself think more of you. I wish you had been as much as I thought. I wish, I wish, I wish...
-A Broken Heart
YOU ARE READING
Letters From an Anonymous Reality
RandomJust some letters I could never send. (As always, my friend painted the cover.)
