MY LAST LETTER (FOR YOU..)

Dear _____,

Another letter I know I’ll never send. One more thought I know I’ll never express.


Sometimes it helps just to write these. Just to get it out on paper, to see it. Do you know that every time I write these I seal them and address them? I go outside and stand there by my mailbox, just wondering. What would happen if you got one? What would you say? What would I do? Sometimes its minutes, and sometimes it feels like forever, as the cars drive by.

I don’t know why, but I see you as an escape from all this. From me. You know who I am, what this is. The person I’m with now? Just simply the latest in my many failed attempts to get over you. I’ve been in love with you for years. Every time I see you with a new person, I go home and cry, and write another letter. I feel that you’ve passed me up, yet again. Everything you lament that you want to find, that you need in a partner, is right here. It has been, for years. I wake up from dreams of you, the feeling of loving you and not having you, literally hurting on my skin. The disappointment of knowing it’s only a dream, and knowing where I really stand will kill me one day.

There are so many things I wish I could say. To my Mother, my Father, my friends, but most of all, to you. I know I never will, and this will never be seen by anyone but me. It will join all the others like it, waiting to be sent. I love you.

~Sincerely, _____.

Submitted anonymously.

.Me.