Feb 10, 2005 19:43
Dear Matt,
You'll never get this semi-poetic, thought out letter. it's quite a shame because it would warn you of the bomb about to explode in your life, it's a shame because I could warn you about me, about us, and mainly about you. But I have nothing really to say that you'll want to hear.
I wasn't that scared untill our conversation last ngiht. You don't believe in us or me anymore. And I don't need you to. In any play, when one actor forgets his lines in the midst of a performance, another always comes in with the line or another to cover it up. Well, here I am, the actresshere to keep the show going, to trick the audience into believing the slight pause was for a very dramatic effect. if you never tell them, they'll never catch your mistake. So here I am playing both roles, and telling you I lvoe you, and hearing you echo it back. but today when I made you say it againand again, it was because I knew you weren't saying it TO me, just reverberating the words back to me, the way you've been taught. you only see half of me when you look me in the eye...it kills me you know.
And, you said that if we don't work we'd never break up, u'd only start to care less and less about me. Does that mean you care less about me than you did about 16 months ago? Because honestly, I only love you that much more.