A island and a man looking for shelter

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Dear, x
I feel stupid for writing these
Knowing I'll never send
Knowing you'll never actually get them
If I did send these letters
She'll read them
You'll laugh
Or they will be tossed aside
Like junk mail
Or bills
Or something you want to get rid of
Maybe there's a junk mail pile for humans
I would say it would be a grave yard but you'd have to be dead for that
But as cliché as it sounds
I feel dead without you
My time isn't up yet
But soon enough it will be
And soon enough I'll forget about you
Like you forgot about me
Maybe if I never talked to you
Ever said the first hello
Ever seen your face
Or went on the first date
I wouldn't have to feel this way
But if these had to be sent
I'd send them to you anyway
Because knowing my letters would be your grasp
Would be enough to set my mind to rest
And I'll settle back into my grave yard
Without you
Like they say
You only have you in the end
From, M