( Emotions )

Current Mood: contemplative

Dear You--

Why is it that I matter so little? You told me you had feelings for me. We kissed, and more. I told you I had feelings for you. And you do nothing, say nothing. Why did you start something you can't finish? You were supposed to be my best friend, but you don't seem to realize how badly you're hurting me. Can you not see this? Or are you just trying to pretend nothing happened, ignore it so that it will disappear?

I'm sorry that I can't forget about it, let it go. I've never taken a kiss lightly, and I can't do it this time. I can't pretend that I'm alright as you talk about how much you like so-and-so. It's not the way I work.

The problem is, I can't say anything to you. I call you, planning the words I want to say. But I feel as though I'm shot down before I have the chance to say a word. I know that I don't have a chance with you. But I can't pretend that everything's okay. It's not okay. I'M not okay.

Sincerely,
Me