My letter. [imported from Myspace]

This is a love letter. As if you couldn't tell by reading it.

Oh dearest. You know very well what pain and trial life can dish.
But you understand not how beneficial it is to all! 'Lest you forget how glorious it will all work out to be!
I am working out my own share of suffering, my own lot of scurvy. Please endure with me or stay by my side. Maybe you think it best to leave me to my own devices and come back when it's all over. No, I need you now. I need you more now than I'll need anyone later.
When it's all over I won't need anyone, I'll be fine.

Why must you chink my heart? Can you not simply break it and move on? You know how deeply I care for you and you always express your fondest thoughts of me, yet I hurt for you and I might hurt you. You make me sad so often, and not quite enough to hurt me. Only a chink, never a break. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
No, I don't want to marry you. I'm not ready. I am just a baby in this big world.
You say we are on two different sides of some fence. I see no fence. Well, come to my side please and we'll have fresh muffins.
We'll lie on a blanket in the grass, holding each other and pretending to watch the stars when really we are watching each other. We'll make believe that we see a falling star and think a wish upon it with all our might. Fate is cruel, it will give us what we wished for and not what we wanted.
Take my hand then, and hold me close to you. Tell me sweet things that I won't believe.
Make me promises that we both know you won't keep. Just do it to see how long I'll forgive you and stay with you.
We both know that I'll never stop loving you. That is, unless you do bad things and hurt me. And if you stop loving me. Then maybe I'll give up.
Maybe someday I'll go away and leave you alone to do whatever it is that is more important than me.
I'll hide away in my room where no one can find me and I'll detach myself emotionally from everyone, everything that I cared so deeply about.

And that's how my fairy tale ends tonight, kids.
Tune in next time to see if frogs really truly turn into princes when they are kissed.


(So that's my love letter. Some of it was made up, some was real. But all the same, my little love story.)