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To my dear,
And so it has come to this. Bounded by hatred and guilt we have lived inside each other learning our flaw's and virtudes, spending every waking moment with each other, it made me think this was love. Love is when you're with someone who vowed to bleed for you. Kill for you. Stay with you. At least that's what I thought. But how blind was I to believe the small lies I hoped to be true.
"You are my sun, my moon and all my stars."
Someone once said these exact words. Not to me. Never to me. I was always your second option,never your first. I was never look at by you, I know. Never longed, never wanted . What I wanted was to feel Himeros. To be desired , to think and dream that I belong with you. I never asked for more. It wasn't much to ask, was it my dear?
I wanted to be by your side forever and ever. I thought: Why can't I have what I most dream of? What sin have I committed for our paths to go separate ways and not intervine with each other?
I have learned that it was because we were simply never ment to be. Not now. Not before. Not later. And so I leave you. After these long years I have learned to accept this and your lack of love. Oh but please do not pity me now. You should have realized this would have happen sooner of later. You should have loved me like I loved you. We weren't for each other I know , but sometimes I couldn't help but think of our future together. I thought it would have been nice, don't you think?
I won't take much of your time now. Ive never taken much time from you, remember? So this shall be the last you hear from me. I will miss what we could have been. I will miss what I could've been. Love is strange in a way. One day you could be the love of my life and the next day you could be my regret. Never will I want to feel love for it made me want to be desired and wanted, for I know from experience this will lead to disappointment and haters toward love. Love truly is strange. Don't you think my dear?