To the one I love, Humans on earth are incredible beings. We are helplessly hurtling through space at 66,660 miles per hour and the only thing keeping us in our shoes is a faith in a thing called gravity. A thing unmeasurable, invisible and impossible to feel. I think it has another name. It’s called
Read more →This is for you: I don’t know how to start this But neither did you 5 months ago you said really? Of course really Than you couldn’t stop saying it Those three words To think I almost told you we need to slow down We plowed ahead without a care We kissed and touched Until
Read more →Dear C, It took me long enough to realise this, but you don’t really know me. You “care about” me, or so you say, but you don’t even know ME. You didn’t care enough to tell me when you started dating someone. You didn’t care enough to keep your comments to yourself and disrespect me
Read more →Oh, my dear, this is the second letter I’ve written to you. You’ve read the first. Exactly a week ago, I told you that I liked you as more than friends, I was proud of myself. You told me that your heart skipped a beat and that you couldn’t breathe when I told you and
Read more →I don’t know what to do anymore. I want you, but I don’t want to be hurt again. I need you, but I don’t want to depend on anyone again. I see you, and yet, I don’t know if you see me. I feel as if you avoid me when we aren’t together, but when
Read more →Dear Jean, why is it that every time a boy comes into your life you soon forget about me? I have been your best friend since we were both 10, been by your side through the good and the bad, through the happy moments and the sad. I drop everything to save you from a
Read more →Why did you have to treat me the way you did? I trusted you like I have never trusted anyone in my entire life, and you knew everything about me. Then, you used that against me when I told you that I did not want a romantic relationship to come out of our friendship, and
Read more →There are so many things You’ll never know about me. Not that you don’t know me, because you know me and understood me better than anyone. These things are new. Since you left. And I just wish I could tell you. I wish I could tell you how I still cry at night, and how
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