An open letter to the person that told me he likes me, on Christmas Eve.
(Things I would never tell you because I still can't understand them myself.)
((And because they would hurt you))
How can one mistake of gender can break me.
How is it that the only person to ever truly love me for me, now despises me.
I can not even imagine what he'd think if he'd seen me now.
I always knew love was a joke and now I'm living proof. I'm a big fat liar and I am now alone.
(I understand this is cliche and like so many others, but I don't care. I tried to make it interesting, but if it's not I'm sorry. Please enjoy though.)