The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

Message, 𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟.

"Look, sincerely, I honestly feel bad for fucking saying all that shit to you a few months ago. I was speaking for no reason at all. And yes, I fucked up when I told you that I liked you for two years, I just wanted you to know about my fears. I wasn't asking you out or telling you that I liked you at that 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡.

Right now I barely can say it with meaning, but I genuinely feel more admiration than anything else. Also, I have the tension and fear to remember I haven't spoken to you or seen you in person for more than a year, and I don't want to just disappear waiting without being able to talk to you.

Even if it's just a little, I want to be able to know something about your life, I just have the feeling that in that way I won't feel bad or mad, and I won't lie down overthinking with insomnia.

Even though I know how it seems stupid what I'm telling you, knowing it would seem stupid to me too if someone told me this letter or message, or whatever.

That's all, and I'm sorry. I also don't care, It wouldn't be strange if you don't want to respond. I'm doing this because I can't sleep, and I like dreaming, I guess, that's all."