[Unsent Letter to You Know Who]
Dear You Know Who You Are,
I’m sorry.
If I knew that first kiss would ultimately end like this, I probably wouldn’t have gone for it. If I could spare you the pain I’ve caused you, I would in a heartbeat. You and I weren’t exactly built for that intense romantic kind of love that Alex has always been into, but even more so me. If I was capable of the kind of love you deserved, I’d give it to you unconditionally. But I’m not. And I don’t plan to be as long as I walk this earth.
Believe me when I say I did try. You were worth the effort. But in the end, I can’t change who I am. It’s not an excuse. There’s no excuse for what I’ve done. I think deep down I didn’t want it to work out. I was afraid, just like Alex said. I felt like my feelings for you were a weakness. And in a way they were, because they ultimately made me push you away for good. I do hope it’s for good. I hope you finally hate me because it’s what I deserve. I was selfish and chose myself over you. You have every right to resent me for the rest of our lives.
Underneath all the fear though, being with you was probably the happiest I’d ever been in my life. The feelings I had in my stomach felt disgusting and nauseating, but as soon as I looked at you, I didn’t care how it felt. I treasured every conversation, every touch no matter how awkward it sometimes felt, every kiss, every glance, every second I got to spend with you until I no longer could. If I had to have this experience, this one sole romance in my life, despite how everything turned out, I wouldn’t have it with anyone else. Maybe in another life, we can try again. And maybe in that life, I won’t fuck it up.
I love you. Probably always will in my own limited, fucked up way.
-- Sera
[Burned shortly after writing]
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