Unsent Love Letter

I know you will never read this letter no matter how much I want you to. I can never give it to you because if I do, I will end up hurting someone I love, destroying one beautiful thing in my life and humiliating myself.

There is too much to loose and nothing but a selfigh need to express my feelings to gain.

So, I will post this letter here instead for the world to read.

I love you.

I don't know when and how it happened. It must have been one of those moments when you touched my shoulder a milisecond too long or when you smiled at me a little too sweet than you should or when you offered your hand, opened that door, pull that chair, listened to me... or when you showed how purely you could love anyone and how kind you can be even when no one is looking.

There aren't many like you. You are honest even when you hand no chance of being caught. You are nice to everyone even when it wouldn't matter if you're not. You are compassionate even when you had a logical reason to be indifferent.

And you know how to love the right way. You make people feel enough. YOu made me feel enough. You made me feel I am special and that I deserve the purest kind of love. You made me feel I had no reason to lower my standards because I am enough.

I don't know anyone else like you... And I found you just as when you found her.

It was painful to see you with her. I lost you even before I could possess you. But most of all, it was painful because I was envying the one person who deserves your love more than I ever will.

I am pretty sure I tried to stop it the moment I realized I was in love with you. I avoided you and her. I went away, looked for excuses to be far from you two. I thought I got over you. I finally got through days without thinking of you, I finally got to that day when I thought of you and you two and not feel a pinch of pain.

But all it took was a split second of your smile and I am back to where I was before I left, in love with you.

Here I am again.

I don't know what I'm gonna do. She needs me and I've hurt her enough when I left but now, with all that you two are facing, I know that she needs me. I owe it to her to stay because that's what friends do and she's the best one I have.

Maybe I will just endure this pain for as long as I need to... until I can leave again.

And that's why I am writing this. Because I don't know what else to do. Because I still love you.


Posted on 2013-07-03 00:23:26 by Anonymous  

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