Dear Person,

I once felt connected to you. I felt like, with time, I could open up to you and get to know you. I felt that you would one day become someone extremely important to me. Much to my dismay, however, you’ve proven to me on several occasions that I need to learn to open a book and read it thoroughly before casting judgement. I don’t know much about you and I don’t expect that to change in the near-future so I can’t write too much about how I feel about you, but I do wish to say that I expected more from this. Even if my expectations were outlandish and preposterous, there were a good amount of reasonable traits I hoped to see in you. I know better now, though. I don’t fault you; I fault myself. I fell for someone who didn’t exist.