Letters I'll Never Send

Love is a crazy concept, isn't it?

As a child, you wonder who you will marry, who you will love. You take comfort in the fact that your person is somewhere out there in the world, and that someday, your paths will cross. You wonder what they are like, where they live, the color of their eyes. But how often do you wonder if the person you'll end up with is actually your soulmate?

The boy I write letters to is not my soul mate. No, he's not going to open his mail box one afternoon and be greeted by thirty or so handwritten letters, nor will he remember me when he closes his eyes at night. No, he won't show up at my house with a bouquet of flowers, nor will he pick up a pen and write me back. I loved him, and perhaps he felt it too, but life is not a movie, and the boy that breaks your heart time and time again isn't worth your tears, or your worries, or your life.

I write these not because I want him to read them and miraculously realize he still loves me, but to put out a love that once burned inside me like a flame.

And if he does stumble upon these one day, I hope he'll realize that he's too late; I'll already be writing letters to the next guy, only this time, they'll be addressed to my soulmate.