letters to you

letter two.

letter two.

dear you,

i love you.
fuck.
i do.

i found out i loved you on may second.
there wasn't anything substansial about that day.
it was like every other,
but i realized i loved you.
i was sitting in my room
on my bed
and i realized.
i am inapplicably in love with you.

it doesn't matter.

you will never love me back.

and i guess that's okay.

it has to be.

because i hate you too much for it to be any other way.

i hate that i love you.

-me

okay, so i know this isn't the most original idea ever, but i still like it.

also, i would say it gets better, because i think so, but i can't promise you will, so.

also, the lack of capitalization is done on purpose.

i may add one more part tonight.

goodnight, thank you all for reading.