Apr 22, 2010 22:13
Dear you,
You came into my life rather unexpectedly, and truthfully I did feel some opposition towards you at first. But, you seemed to grow on me. Most definitely an acquired taste, though everyone else seems to be unable to get along without you. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m what’s wrong.
But I can’t help but to think about all the years I’ve spent without you. My life was fine; no real ups or downs. I stay up much later than I should with or without your presence, and I know you would rather not hear that. But really, I feel as though I must confess something.
I was using you. Yes, I enjoyed having you around but something about you just shook me in a way I’ve never felt before--and it wasn’t a good thing. You ran through my veins every day and altered my consciousness. I can’t focus for more than a couple hours with you in my life and I don’t understand how we got here. Was this you all along? I feel like I should have known, but I was so ignorant to your ways. I’m just upset people pushed me towards you, never against. My own heart told me not to see you, use you, have you, but did I listen? No. And I’m sorry, but this was the last time.
I know we weren’t together for long--four months, was it? I’m sorry I’m ending this so suddenly, but I feel as though it is the best, and only, way.
I’m sorry, coffee. I tried.
-meredith