words left unspoken

letter.

i wrote you an open letter.

i wrote you a letter which was basically a rough timeline of little events which have happened this year; events which i can't seem to look past; events which hold some sort of importance to me.

i wrote you a letter because i feel as though i am more capable of internalising my thoughts and am able to articulate them more successfully when taking the time to write them down on paper (or in this silly little wattpad story).

i wrote you a letter because i had no clue what was going on anymore. so many things have happened over the course of this year and it's gotten to a point where i'm allowing it all to consume me.

i wrote you a letter and i was waiting for the perfect moment to give it to you, or maybe i was waiting for a specific moment where you upset me so that i could give it to you out of spite.

i wrote you a letter and it ended up being 4 full pages. 4 whole pages of words that came from my brain.

i wrote you a letter and i gave that letter to you. i'm not sure if that was the right decision or not but it's yours now.

i wrote you a letter which lives in the bottom drawer of your bedside cabinet, hidden away; out of sight.

perhaps, out of mind.