This is something, despite my wishes and desires, you will never see. For that I am sorry, though I am sure you would never be. But that is something I've learned to accept. I will never be something you want or need, not like I need you. It's fine though, I will survive. I always do. Every night I have to lie to myself, because of you. I don't love you. How could I love someone who has caused me so much pain? It's impossible... Right? Either way it would never matter, because no matter what you say, you will never talk to me in front of your friends or show up at my doorstep with flowers in hand. I don't know why, but I'm okay with that, as long as you are happy. Maybe I do love you. I don't know, and I don't suppose I ever will. As long as you don't see this letter you will never know how I feel. That is one promise I can and will keep. So I guess this is goodbye.
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Letters, Short Stories, and Poetry
PoetryThis is just a small collection of poetry and very short, short stories I've written over the years. Of course I'm only fourteen so it will probably build and grow into more than a small collections but we will see.
