Dear you,

I spent a long time thinking of things I would say to you if I ever had the chance. You want know something, I come up empty every time and I was disappointed with that. I always thought that there was so much more that I needed to say to you, to tell you. But the likely hood of us ever seeing each other again was so little that I accepted the fact that I would never be able to find the words and it wouldn’t matter.

Dear you,

It was you. I know it and you do to. We’ll never speak of it or to each other again but I realised something today. In that fleeting second we locked eyes I found the words.
I don’t love you.
I never did.

Dear you,

I was never in love with you. I just thought I was because thats what teen movies are made of, boy meets girl, girl doesn’t feel good enough, boy helps her to understand that she is and they fall in love go to prom and live happily ever after for a summer. But that wasn’t us, we weren’t a teen movie. We weren’t even a ‘we’. You and I didn’t work because you wanted someone to be at your beck and call and I wanted someone to want me.

Dear you,

I had convinced myself that you using me between other girls was okay because you always come back to me and that meant something, that I meant something to you. But it works both ways I came back to you, I could have said no, I could have shut you out but I didn’t. I came back to you every time not because I loved you, but because I was afraid that some else would treat me the same way you did.

So Dear you,

I’m done now, theses are the last words I will ever write about you. I doubt you’ll ever read them and thats okay, you probably wouldn’t know they were about you if you did. I think it was alway meant to end like this, you doing whatever you do and me doing this. We might lock eyes again one day and there’ll been an understanding instead of a mutual dismissal part of me might even look forward to that. And finally…

Dear Myself,

I’m sorry, we deserved so much more. I’ve learnt my lesson I’m sorry that it took me so long. But its over now and we can move on. No more holding out for him because he isn’t coming and we don’t want him to. We are beautiful and interesting and unique and one day we are going to find someone who we really do love.

Writing prompt 67