Baring my heart to him
Hey Poet,
How are you doing?
It's been a while since I heard from you. Two days, but it seems longer than
that.
Well, it should be
no news by now that I like you. I like
you in a way that makes me imagine that we can make something meaningful together, out of
encountering each other. I might not have said this directly, this might be a
mistake on my part, but I feel like I've said it many times in my attempts at
getting to see you again soon.
I'm truly hurt that
you've not responded to my sleepover invitation all week, despite promising to
let me know by Wednesday. It was even more painful to try to get to you on
Thursday, unsuccessfully, and to see that you made no attempt to reciprocate.
I'm not blaming you for anything, as really, you owe me no obligations.
I had dreamed up a
near future where you were with me, and I with you. Where you're one of the
most important things to me, and I, to you. My dreams, well, they're now being
gently laid to rest already. You've responded to my advances with a painfully
cold shoulder, or at least, that's how I feel, even if inaccurate.
This letter is what
you'd call, my final pull from the well of hope. Having pretty much concluded
that you're not all that interested in me, take this as my last attempt to see
if there really could be something here.
I wish you would
respond, telling me how you like to take
things much slower, how you think I've been too rushed in my approach. You
don't know how much I'd like to hear that you're still open to exploring what
we could have together. However, I'm okay if it's a response that backs up my
intuitive feelings; the feeling that I should move on since there's nothing for
me with you. I know how it feels to be wanted by someone you don't want, and
trust me, I'm not the one to compromise for the sake of not wanting to hurt
someone. It's fine if you directly let me know to give up already. Life would
definitely move on. I'd be beat down for a while, but I'd eventually recuperate
and keep looking. I would silently thank you for not leading me on much longer,
for saving me the time.
Thanks for murdering
my weekend so nonchalantly :-)
P.S.: I chose to go with my ego rather than send this to him. Let's see how far I can keep up with this.
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