A Letter That Will Never Be Sent
I am sorry I treated you poorly in the past, I did it only because I felt my affection for you, if shown plainly, would be construed as being malignant. But you must believe me when I tell you that it is all merely submersed irritation. Not irritation with you, but irritation with the situation I find myself in. Irritation with what I feel towards you. Irritation with the fact that nobody else can capture my attention as you can, nobody else can make me feel so free of myself, and that nobody else's presence can make me want to weep and laugh like yours does. Know that I love you as a sister may love her brother, or, as is more appropriate to my cause, a friend who loves a friend with whom she has fallen truly, madly, deeply. Know that I care for you and please think no less of me.