You’re Not Asking For Too Much You’re Just Asking The Wrong Person

I miss you, self.

Silhouette By Tom Dulou

to A

funny how i thought i didn’t know anybody as interested with zodiac signs as me, and then came you. i love the night sky, A, and the contellation of your sign. i wish i had told you that. your sign sit between capricorn and pisces, the cup bearer of the olympian gods. i wonder if the skies looked the same when we were born. and if we intended to meet in this life, but not end up together.

oh, A, i still feel the warmth of your hand on my knee while you were driving stealing glances at me. i will remember that look, that face that i regret never kissing. know that every day you cross my mind and that the harder i try to forget the harder i want to remember. that’s why i’m writing this, to let it all out. to forget. so i can forget why you always cross my mind. i’m so sorry, A. i was a coward, i couldn’t run fast to catch up on you. i regret not kissing you before i left for the last time. i can still feel the warmth of your hand on my knee like it was just yesterday. i can still feel your face resting peacefully in my hand. what a wonderful feeling it is to remember you. you remind me of a flower field with you in the middle waiting for me. i’m sorry my plans didn’t go as planned. you should meet my son, he’s amazing.

i was scared, i was scared, A. i couldn’t escape i didn’t know why. i needed you to pull me out but you had your own problems. we were both taken. i thought i didn’t deserve you because you were so nice and i was like the girl who had so many stupid mistakes. i was made to believe that nobody likes me. i was made to believe that i was horrible. i couldn’t let you in because i was so disgusted of myself. i told you that, i think. that you’ll hate me if you get to know me better. but i love you. i love you, A. and i am in pain that we’re not together. god, i hope you read this. pls stumble upon this stupid letter.

when i told you that i was maybe hoping we’ll end up together, i meant that. sorry. things didn’t go my way. now it’s harder for me to escape.

maybe we’ll meet again some time, in our next lives. this lifetime is not for us, A.

find me

i wanted to tell you to listen to fast car by tracy chapman

Salma Deera, Letters from Medea

if they don’t let you in, you know where to find me.

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