Dear woman of my tearful eye,
I know you are uninterested in the words I speak to you now, but I beg for you to listen.
We are not on the best of terms with one another. I realize that more than you know.
I only write this now to tell you one thing.
I forgive you.
I forgave you for all your horrible, lovely comforting lies.
I forgave you for the blinding pain you ignited in my heart.
Not because I think you deserve it at all.
But because I cannot survive much longer with the burden of being angry.
We're no longer the children we were when we first met. And though it took me months to accept it, we're different people now, for as we grow old, we must also grow apart.
That's merely a fact of life, and, though hard to accept, we mustn't grow to hate one another because of it.
Because, as we approach adulthood, we must realize that sticking together, even when apart, is the only real way to survive in such a tormented and sick world.
And that is why I write this letter to you now, because I know you hate me. However, despite your feelings, I would never hate you. Because, love it or not, we're adults.
It is finally time to go on past our childish quarrel and move into the ever shining light of maturity.
Sincerely,
The Woman of Your Despairing Truth
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Random Short Glimpses Into My Mind
RandomA collection of short stories, poems, and emotionally charged pieces. Writing has become an outlet for me to express any positive or negative emotion I may feel. If you feel like you're feeling something deep down and want to know if you're the only...
