Letter To Soul

12/21/14

Dear Him,

I realized you didn't do anything.

You were never doing anything except being you.
And that was just too perfect.

Love,
Her

She had thought about the boy with the perfect smile and broken eyes. The eyes that saw everything but would show nothing, the eyes that showed everything only to her.
She had pained her mind with thoughts of him.
It tortured her heart, strangled it with fiddle strings and set it ablaze.

She had imagined the words he could have said and the life she could have lived.

Before she noticed him.
Before she saw that he had done nothing to hurt her and that she was truly not hurt. The angered pain wasn't from any fatal lie or facade of intention.
The pain was from her, her anger at him,
For something he had never done.

For being himself, the exact thing she wanted.
And for not being what she needed;

Someone who need her.