Letters for her

Letters to her

I burned it all. Just like you asked.

All your love letters, all your admiration towards me, everything.

All the begs, all the cries for help, everything you ever wanted me to say.

Huh, you loved me.

And if I were to say how much you mean to me, you would have stayed.

But, did I want you to?

Did I want you to stay with me, and live for me?

No. No, I didn't want that.

Because, after having what one wants, it gets forgotten.

It becomes worthless. Useless. Ordinary.

And you weren't ordinary. You were perfect and that's how you were supposed to be.

I had to hurt and you had to leave. It was planned like that from the beginning.

That's why I helped you jump. I pushed you a little. Because if i didn't, you would have told me your feelings and you would have lost your meaning.

You would have been as pathetic as everyone else is.

But now, thanks to me, you are still perfect.

So beautiful, so graceful, so cold, so lifeless, so empty, so good.