this is where we talk:
at the end of the day, what i say won't matter to you. you'll formulate your own opinions and ideas. all i can do is share my story and hope that you see things my way. if not, shit goes on. these are my words. this is where we talk.

"eram quod es, eris quod sum..."


→ Jan 2012
letter one:

Dear Person,

You went from being a permanent fixture in my life to a lingering thought and I cannot begin to tell you how frustrating that is. The worst part about it is the amount of effort I have put forth to ensure that you would never fade… So much effort wasted. I should be numb to this by now because, after 21 years, I have seen countless people walk in and out of my life and the lives of others; not to mention the fact that it will happen until the end of time. I have acknowledged that and accepted it but I cannot seem to grasp that concept when it comes to you. I keep telling myself that I wont think and write and obsess about you and the memories wen shared but actions and words are two different things, aren’t they? I keep wanting to look back on the softer moments but then I remember the rough ones and I hate you. I shouldn’t hate you because you have done nothing wrong. I merely talked myself into feeling something that wasn’t there and you tried time after time to guide me to the light that would lead me from my dark path. I fought against you because I thought I could handle it but, apparently, that was just another example of me trying to drive across the country with half of a tank of gas… in a hummer. With all that said, I just want to promise you something - as well as myself. I promise to make this year different for us… by ensuring that there is no us. I cannot allow myself to fall back into that and I pray that you never feel the way you once felt about me. Midway through the year, I want to be your friend again. However, right now is not the time. I think that I should take a break from writing about you or thinking about you or talking to you or wanting to go back to any and everything. I do not wish to be malicious, I wish to be better. Better, however, is something that we will both have to work extremely hard for… something that we will both have to want. I think that I meant it when I said it and I feel like the emotions were real, but those feelings no longer linger in my skin or run through my veins. The feelings I once had for you have faded and my head is now clear. I wish the best for you and hope that this year supplies you with all you need. You will always be a facet in my life but I cannot force you to be prevalent. I wont do it you and I wont do it to myself.

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