You are emotionally fucked up and will never understand the inner workings of your identification with love.
- You never meant for this to happen. You don’t understand his sense of humor (or merely didn’t acquaint yourself with it) and you’re intimidated by his established, middle-aged nature. But boy is he ever cute.
- You’ve never been loved in such a way. You’ve noted the wall you had built in his presence. His facial expressions scare you and you get a funny feeling in your bones when you think of his generosity.
Dear boy,
Because of sweet nothings I had once confided in you in the past I am now haunted by loneliness in your mind. Perhaps this was once the case. However loneliness is the human condition and I’ve grown to accept its lukewarm adoration.
This is not a reason for my justification as I have never had a reason to put my new found strength into words. So here it is! I am careful and happy and all the same I hate to sleep alone.
Now you’re falling away and if it is any consolation I find you to be less charming yet still interesting- halfheartedly so.
We always knew this was the way.
Sincerely,
A fastidious type.
