Dear my love,

I don't want to be selfish. This is why I am writing this here, where you can never find it. I don't want to be selfish but yet I am.

I haven't seen you in six weeks. I miss you. I miss you so much. I have been compting weeks, days, hours, seconds. I am supposed to arrive in Ireland tomorrow, at 16.25, and you were supposed to be there waiting for me. But you won't be. I know why, and I understand why. I know that I will only have to wait two more hours and a bus trip. I know I can't ask you to come nevertheless. I know I can't be that selfish.

And yet. These past few weeks we have argued, because I was crossed or sad and got mad at you even though you didn't deserve it. We have always managed to sort things out, because we love each other so much. But it is not the same, talking on the phone, through msn, or really talking, your arm around my shoulder, holding me tight. It just isn't the same thing. We both know that. And we both know that what we really need is to be together.

Two hours is not long when you have already waited six weeks. And yet I feel so low... because I thought that we could use those two hours of travelling together in the bus to have that talk you said you wanted, so that afterwards we would just have to be together and enjoy being together. Because I want to see you so much. Because I love you so much.

Don't worry. I won't ask anything. I won't even tell you how much I am disappointed. Not of you. Just of those sad circumstances. This is why I am writing this here. So that I won't burst out crying and tell everything to you.

With love,

Me.

Current Mood: depressed

Dear You,

I've finally gotten my revenge and it tastes ever so sweet.

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