Letters To Burn
2018-05-30 12:26:47 (UTC)

Number Thirty Seven

The thing about the way we communicate nowadays is it’s so hard to really know what people are saying and how they are saying it. Words on a screen doesn’t have the same affect. The human voice. The way words are said mattter. It’s the difference between anger and desperation. Between sadness and resolve. I never meant to fall in love with you. It just happened. And there is no handbook for what you’re supposed to do when you fall in love with your best friend. Now it seems we are worlds apart and you’re ready to throw 9 years away. I am crushed beyond belief. I’ve never heard the word jealous used to describe me, it’s so odd. All the relationships I’ve had and I’ve never had a jealous thought or feeling. I’ve always believed people stay, or they stray. The way you feel will not change that. Jealousy is the most wasted emotion a human can have. So I guess I don’t know where that comes from. Do people project their own feelings onto others? I suppose so. I write the way I talk, and I just assumed you knew me better than that. The joke was on me I suppose. I hope beyond hope it will all work itself out. I don’t know what the future holds. I guess no one does. But I am who I am. Who I always was. Maybe you never knew me as well as I though. Or maybe you did and just don’t like me. That’s a bitter pill to swallow