The Love Letters I Will Never Send

The Love Letters I Will Never Send

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Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry You don’t know how lovely you are I had to find you, tell you I need you Tell you I set you apart -The Scientist, Coldplay There are some things that are best kept hidden in the tiny recesses of your heart. These are the things that you wish you can forget if you hide them deep enough. These letters were written in a span of five years. I wrote these to the guy who stole my heart and never gave it back. Being broken is an understatement—I was wrecked, shattered, damaged, and basically torn into millions of tiny little pieces and I’ve been trying my best to put them back together—to no avail. It’s hard being the strong girl. People expect you to act and feel a certain way. It’s harsh when people tell you to man up and that you can get over it. It’s only human to feel, absorb, and even wallow in the pain. But one day, you will have to stop reeling in the pain and start facing reality. Everybody deals with pain in different ways, and this is mine. Writing these has been more than therapeutic. There are times when I wish I had the guts to actually hand these over to him and then I think of how long I’ve been protecting myself just to let him break down that wall of protection once again. It’s like I’ve done nothing over the past year but build a wall around myself which may seem impermeable and resistant to others. However, when it comes to him, that wall is just a feeble, pathetic, and scrawny piece of protection which unfortunately, is useless against him. So until such time that I can face him with courage and acceptance, these letters will remain where it’s been for the past five years-- in a little nook in the corner of my heart.
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" this all is your fucking fault" all of a sudden I was slammed against my locker,towering over me was my arch enemy 'Sam the Dam'. My head was pounding against the hard surface,I hissed in pain glaring straight to him. He was fuming with anger like a predator ready to attack his prey. He stretched his right hand to grab my neck and placed the left one on my shoulder to keep me still. He lowered his chin to my ear and snarled "you are fucking dead 'Meth' ,if I have a slightest clue of your involvement in this shit, I will hunt you down till your last breath". I was choking on air and my vision was a blur ,for a while I thought I was going to die .Mustering all the courage that I could have found, I yanked him away from me. Mean while I was gasping for the air, that dickhead had his usual cocky smirk. I aimed at him and broke his nose ,blood oozing in droplets" want to mess with me Sammy! , first of all clear your own shit, you son of a bitch! "with that I punched hard-on his lower abdomen while he was still holding his bleeding nose, I left the locker room with a sense of victory. Two competent boxers who can't stand each other for a moment without insulting.... Ultimately fall in love. Man*man gay romance leave if you are homophobic.

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