Dear friend,

         For the longest time, I thought you were the most flawless human being I had ever met. You were everything I could only dream of having. Everything about you pulled me in, closer and closer, until I found myself in the inescapable atmosphere of your body. My thoughts revolved around you and it drove me crazy. I have you to blame for the sleepless nights and the silent days. No one has made me more miserable, but no one has made me happier than you. I’m sure that doesn’t make much sense. Hell, it still doesn’t make sense to me. I was so lost. You tore me up worse than anything, worse than anyone has by far. The worst part is, you didn’t do a thing. It was always me who was at war with myself, driving myself to the point of not sleeping with pointless arguments against the person I thought I knew best. Now, I don’t know who the hell I am or who I’ll become, but I do know this: I don’t think I’m better off without you. I really don’t. I tell myself I’ll find someone better, someone new, but I don’t want that. I want you. If not for the countless distractions in my life today, my mind would once again revolve around you. I will not let this happen. I’ve gone too far to go back again. This pointless infatuation with you will be the death of me, I swear.

-Ryan

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Dear friend,

      If it hurts you, why don’t you let go? It’s that easy, right? Ha. Some things aren’t just black and white, I guess. I don’t know what convinces you to hold on. Soon enough they’ll be nothing but bones, your hands with cuts too deep to stitch up. So why do you hold onto this blade if it hurts so bad? Does the blood not scare you? Is it comforting to know you’ve got a reason to bleed, or is it miserable? It’s never easy to let go. It’s hard. Trust me, I know. But, your body will bleed itself dry if you don’t open your eyes and realize you’re too good for him. It tears you up inside when his words latch onto your mind, but those words rebuild just as quickly. They fabricate vivid illusions of longing, but I know you can see through it. These choices that treat him so well leave your vision blurred by salty tears. It’s best that you save these tears for happy moments, moments of genuine happiness. Until then, please don’t waste them. You’re a strong girl whose hands have built up calluses strong enough to withstand even the sharpest blades. You can do this. You can do this. You just need some time, that’s all. It’s okay. Breathe. For me.

Your dear friend,

Ryan

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