For You: We really are exactly alike. Except for when we aren't. We both want to tell our story but I can't start at the beginning. There's too much. Like every good epic of the ages, I'll start somewhere in the middle. You'll just have to figure out the rest.
My heart aches. I've tried so hard to fix everyone else's problems that I fuck up my own life. I get so lost in things that I can never figure out what is what and which feeling belongs to who or even who I am. It's tiresome. And more than that, the who that this feeling belongs to is where I can't reach. How is this going to work?
All I know is that the confusion is costing me a lifetime.
I wish I could write you all letters. Letters telling you exactly what is in my head. Letters that will finally make you understand whats going on inside me. I can't do that though. So I'll just write one letter and give it to whichever one of you wants to read it. I hope you like it.
Dear ...whoeveryouare,
I miss you. If we haven't talked in a while, it's not because I don't want to. I just don't have the heart. Every time I hear of the things happening with you, I'm speechless. I feel like I can't be a part of that, whether the events be good or bad. I only ever wanted to be there for you, to hold your hand, to be a shoulder to cry on, wipe away your tears. I know I probably promised I would, and believe me, if you weren't the only one that needed my help I would always be there. It's hard caring for so many but hey, you're the one that said my savior complex was attractive. Please, I know this letter is going to be short, but just know that however few words I put here, I'll always be there the second you ask for me. You do have to ask though. I'm not psychic. So call me or something. I'll listen to you talk. I promise.
With Love,
Me :3
Take it as you will. In fact, if you think this is about you in some way, for the love of God say something to me. It would make my life.
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