Category: To You

I am devastated, when i learnt you thought i was watching you i was confused, i did not realise when, until the person who told me of the accusation elaborated, then i realised when, and i was not at fault, i knew i wasn’t but i was also confused, i was done early that day due to the extra help, and therefore when i was talking to the other guys and you were there, you could have imagined it was because of you but, 1. I couldn’t know you would be there then, or for how long, and, i have never been before or since except those 2 days when i had help on my job, we both know how long it takes to do our job with no help and we get done sooner than we ought, so with help…..
Well that is fine if you didn’t hate me and act like i was a stalker, i am not, but the way you act to me now, i want to come out and say i didn’t do it, then i have to betray the trust of who told me, but i hate the hatred that comes off you. Especially we were so great before.
But i am suffering here every time you say “why are you here” or “What are you doing here” i am legitimately there, and you would rationally work it out, how do i ever know where or when you are ?
I have no way to and do not care, initially i wanted he friendship back, now i am slowly growing to hate you because you make me wish i was dead, better that than be accused of something i would never ever ever do.
I have lived with this hatred directed at me from you and accusation that weighs on me like a ton of weight, i want to say sorry if anything i did made you think this, but also be absolved of doing anything with intent or knowledge i did not, i have more i could say to prove myself innocent but do i risk it?
I dont need to cause issues for anyone so should i just leave be and stay hated by you for something i didnt do and can prove and just live as a hated person?

And the Ukraine

What do you call someone who has never once agreed to hang out with you, will not answer their phone under any circumstance, and feels it’s necessary to block you everywhere just so no one in the world could ever make the mistake they wanted anything to do with you?

Just make a lot of money. Then I’ll like you.

– the entire world

Dear H, it’s been so many years since we last met. In fact, you were one of those people I never thought I’d see again. Because there was simply no reason to. We had no bond that we could speak of. I know now that you knew back then how I felt, but I’d never confirmed it. They were at best, educated guesses or opinions from others. I also know from your roommate that you liked me, although not exclusively. I wonder what stopped you from ever approaching me. Maybe you liked someone else a little better, or you were afraid of being rejected. Or maybe you knew of the inevitable doom and just didn’t want to hurt me, or destroy your imagination of me. Or maybe, even if we’d been bold enough to try, people around us wouldn’t have let us be. I now know that to be true in our kind of society. That is what would have happened. You know how they liked to cheapen any display of fondness, even among just-friends. No, it would have destroyed us – we wouldn’t have stood a chance. Also, I’m kind of grateful because at least now we have moved on from those “silly” things to something possibly deeper. A friendship, for real this time. I can be open and vulnerable with you. And the fact that we’re both partnered up now has enabled us to connect in a respectful way that wouldn’t have been possible otherwise. Yes, I’m things turned out this way. I appreciate you, and your support in recent times. May our friendship long abide.

ASA
What’s on your mind?

Looking back, for all the time we spent together, it was always like we kept a nervous physical distance. Like we were both concerned what sparks might fly or explosions might detonate if our bodies got too close.

There was one time I remember, you broke the ‘safe’ radius, came down and sat next to me. In your mind, you probably thought, he’s a nice guy, I’d like to get to know him better. That thought took you about 2 secs to process. Little did you realize, in that same time, my mind converted to the strongest supercomputer on earth, and this is what I processed:

Why is she sitting next to me right now? Is it so I can get a closer look at the new shade of lipstick she’s wearing? I bet she picked it to make me want to kiss her more; that worked but now I want her pretty lips wrapped around me, I won’t shower my dick for days just to see that shade smeared from how good you sucked me. And what’s that? A lower cut blouse than usual? Did I somehow drop my cool and you saw that after a long and successful partnership, I was revoking my favored plaything status of my dick, so that your lovely breasts would be my official favorite toys. Like we’re laying in bed, you’re reading a book, and I get bored so I take your breasts, one by one in my mouth and enjoy. You can keep reading I don’t care. Now I’m getting crazy, this is all clearly in my head. But wait a second now, the way that you just closed your legs….I know what that means. You want me to grab your kneecap don’t you girl? And then slide my hand slowly along your thighs, parting the way to the gloriousness between your legs. Let me ask you a serious question. Do you keep your pussy tight for me baby? Will you teach me the virtue of patience, when only my tip fits and I have to gently struggle to fully enter you? No, I’m crazy, it’s all in my head, I can tell from the way you just swiveled in your chair. Unless you didn’t want me to forget about that juicy booty. Clearly you know what you want. Because when I flip you around or bend you over and take you from behind, letting out all the frustration and angst I’ve bottled inside for the very occasion, it gonna be that sexy ass I slam into over and over again. Good thing, otherwise I literally might break my dick off inside you like a prison shank so I can be constantly fucking you. I guess the only question I have left, and believe me it’s the most important one, but baby, where are you gonna let me cum? Down your pretty throat? All over your chest? Would that make you proud to see all my desire manifested all over you? Or maybe, if I’m a good boy, will you let me have the one thing I want more in this world than anything else? To cum inside your perfect pussy. Because it’s one thing to fuck you, and it’s a whole nother thing to claim you as mine and only mine to please and fuck and please and cum inside til you have no doubt my dick is all you’ll ever need or want.

I said the worst things I could think of to you, because I could never let you hurt me again. I paused and thought about it.. then said it anyway. I knew it was wrong. I was ashamed as I said it. But I had to. I had to make you never want to talk to me again, because I didn’t trust myself to put you in my past. I want you in my past and need you in my past, but knew I’d always take you back. However, keeping you in my life was detrimental to me. You hurt me too many times, over and over again. I need to heal, so I had to push you away. I’ll always love you and even I fought myself for doing what I did after I did it. But I know living without you is my future. I hate myself for what I. said though. I didn’t mean it, but I had to do it. I’m sorry and I love you. I’ll always miss you so deeply. May we both have extraordinary lives from here on out. Wishing you many blessings.

i’m sorry that i slept with the guy you liked, i am not trying to make excuses but at the time i had no idea how much you liked him, i was very drunk and had a crush on the same guy since freshers but i never told you. would it make it better if i told you i also liked him? probably not. I hate how somehow girls have developed a system where even a crush means you have some sort of owership over a boy. I can’t lie, it’s a little childish but i guess i should have respected how you felt and the fact that you wouldn’t do it to me.
But you can’t blame me for everything, it takes two to tango. Everyone else knew but also decided not to tell you. Did you really want to know? He just needs to tell you that you two are never going to happen.
I know I am in the wrong but also you have to realise that it meant nothing and was so long ago now. What am i meant to do? Boys really mess everything up.
I don’t know why i’m even writing this, all i want to say is I am sorry and i can’t make it up to you i know but i wish we can forget about this mess