Letters

Having fun is easy, learning.. relatively easy, being lazy is easy. But, loving someone? Loving them enough to kill or die for them? Changing from worse to better for them? Ha, no. I mean, since when has changing yourself for better ever been easy? I could just like someone and be done with it. Yet, that's not how I feel. It's exhausting to keep fighting the urge to kiss you, for you to hold me and I, you... It may sound cheesy, corny, and whatnot, even so, it's true.. Only writing isn't arduous. Not as telling you how I feel. It's simple, easy. And most especially when I know you won't be reading them. Yet, you know now. Perhaps you did read my letters.