Dear Love,
Oh how I’ve missed you love; I still long for you despite the fact that you seem to have given up on me entirely. If I were so cruel, I might tell you the truth, I might tell you how much I need you. But you’re happy with him, and he’s so much better than me so I think I’ll just let you be. Every day is a living he11 for me. I get up and see your face smiling beautifully at me from the memory of the previous night’s dream. I sigh, roll out of bed, and start my day. Every minute I have is spent thinking about you with your glorious green eyes. All of the songs I used to sing to you to put you to sleep make me want to cry, but I can’t do that; that would be breaking the rules. I call you and every conversation I hear his name preceded by the words, “I love.” Every night I lay in bed on the phone with you while the tears steal silently down my cheeks. From the first time I heard his name, I knew this was going to happen and yet I still let it. I knew you would choose him and leave me alone. I who have waited longer than any sane person would, I who have loved you beyond a shadow of a doubt; it was I who you left. Do you remember our first kiss? Do you remember the fire coursing through both of us then? I guess not or maybe you would’ve chosen me... I still love you and always will; the difference is that now I have to hide. Now I have to love you alone. Too bad you’ll never read this. Signed,
The Faithful