I know, I know. How cliche. A letter posted anonymously on this site geared towards yearning for someone and not being able to have them.
I never really did have you though, did I? I thought I did. I put a whole lot of time and energy, and even money into coming to see you, coming to save you from awkward situations.
You say you get bored of people and move on. I hope you realize I can see right through you. I hope you have come to the realization yourself that you just can’t let yourself get attached to people because you’re scared.
I know you’re scared. You can deny it all you want.
I don’t think you realize how hard I fell for you in the short time we spent together. I gave you a whole lot more than you realized, and you, without even knowing, gave me so much.
I just wanted you to. I just took things from the time we had that weren’t actually there. I just misinterpreted the way you looked at me and the way you touched me.
I feel as though I’m just a stop along the way, and not a destination. Just one of the many girls you lead on then get bored with and move on.
I am the destination, fucker.
Get out of your selfish haze, stop feeling sorry for yourself, and realize how you feel about me. Or tell me you don’t. Either way, I’m not playing this game. I’m not taking part in this contest of who can act like they care the least. I’m pretty sure I love you a little. Just a little though. I’m not stupid enough to give my whole heart to someone who doesn’t want it.