Dear boyfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
I still don’t understand why you are willing to put up with someone who has hurt you a lot in the past. I will cease trying to wrap my mind around it and have decided to accept it. You have probably already realized that I have more experience with relationships than you but I chose not to share my knowledge with you for my own personal reasons. I hope you understand that.
Despite the fact that I feel the same for you like you do for me, I am keeping a certain distance to you in order to prevent myself from getting too attached since a big amount of attachment and me don’t mix well. I found out the hard way and I wish to be in control of myself this time. I think you’ve already seen what I can do at my worst.
And as much as I adore you, I can’t stress a few things enough: stop using up all my soap when you decide to wash those caked layers of sewage off your skin (and then forget to clean the tub after a three hour long usage of it), stop whining when I try to cut your hair and stop breathing right into my fucking face when I let you sleep in my bed. I have already kicked you out of my bed at night once and I don’t think any of us wants to repeat that certain event. The neighbors are still angry at me.
Again, I don’t understand what makes you do this, but I feel like I don’t deserve such acceptance from a mere human being after walking all over them more than once.
Yours truly,
Annie.
P.S.: please, verbally remind me to read this letter to you later, since you are unable to read it yourself
P.P.S.: I bought you your own bar of yasmin soap
