Dear Fred
Dear Fred-
The last couple days have been a little hard. I don't know if it's my anxiety about going to see you in Boston in 4 days, about you not having feelings for me anymore, or about me not being good enough. Maybe it's all of the above. Maybe I'm self sabotaging. But my heart hurts. My gut feeling isn't good.
We haven't talked like we used to, for a few days now. It feels a little forced. Based on previous experience, my instinct tells me that you're probably talking to someone else. That's okay, but please don't ghost me. Please be different. I want to text you, asking "why aren't you talking to me?". But I'm holding back in fear of hearing words that I don't want to hear. I miss you.
I wasn't planning on falling for you like this, but here I am...writing a letter on Tumblr that you'll never read because I don't have the balls to talk to you. I want us to be more than friends. I want you to be mine. I'm very confused on where we stand.
When something happens and/or I see something funny, I immediately want to share with you. I get butterflies when I see that I have a notification from you. When I get sad, you've talked me out of my moods. You make me feel safe.
I'll hopefully get to see you on Thursday, but now I don't know how I'm supposed to behave. I want to hold you and not let go. I want to lay in bed, look at stars on the ceiling and listen to music, while a candle is burning, just like you said you wanted. I want to visit a museum, holding your hand and talking about the art. I want to wearing matching shirts and beanies and take cute photos. I want to look at your face in admiration. I want to feel you. I want your kisses. I want you to say that you want to see me again. But I'm afraid these are all just empty wishes. I'm afraid I'm just going to be another friend visiting you, a friend with whom you share a situation.
I'm afraid I'm going to detach by the time I see you because of these thoughts in my head and feelings in my heart. Maybe I'm overthinking and got too into my head with these thoughts. Maybe I'm emotional because my period might be starting soon. But I find it hard to doubt, because this feels too familiar. Please be different.
I'm beyond excited to go to Boston, but I'm also fearful. I'm unsure how to approach this conversation. What happens if you're not on the same page. Will it get awkward? Will we be okay?
Do I have genuine feelings for you, or is this infatuation? Are we good for each other? Will I be okay? I have so many questions and no answers. I definitely need to go to therapy again, I'm aware.
I don't know where these insecurities stemmed from over the last few days. I was fine. I was happy. I feel like I'm more somber when we talk, than fun and flirty, like I usually am. Why am I like this? Maybe I'm not good for you. You deserve better. Maybe I know this, and that's why I feel inadequate and am questioning everything.
I'm struggling to figure out when to ask you if you like me enough to get into a relationship. I'm telling myself and others that I'll stop talking to you if you don't want me like that. I feel like I'm lying to myself and everyone else. I don't want to get hurt, but I feel it's inevitable. Please don't hurt me. If you have to, please hurt me less.
Love,
B.








