Warning: mildly advance vocabulary.
Dear _,
I can truthfully say that I've never met anyone like you. You're intelligent to an undefined extent and I find that admirable in the most peculiar way. I gotta say, you're unique.
As two-faced as you are in my eyes, you amaze me at how you easily slide into people's good graces. Really, I just don't understand how you do it. It undoubtedly amazes how you never seem to struggle to sleep every night. And as for how you somehow managed to slip off karma's unloving list of prospects? I guess I'll never know. But I do have to confess, you taught and showed me many things I would've never discovered on my own. Maybe on some day of the Apocalypse, I'll find those lessons rewarding. I'm also pleased to let you know that ever since I've drawn a sort of line of division between us two, I haven't felt a pain in my back side. In reflection, I realized that it could have been done a long while before.
I hope that you can eventually find it in your naturally cold reserve to forgive me for confiding in you my ambitious hopes and believing your words about promises or the future. For now, I hope you enjoy the lovely false smiles. Maybe even feel some warmth. Be happy that you still have facades, cause I know how you enjoy them.
Oh, as for the guilt, it really does not fade quickly. Trust me(:
Yours Truly,
Jas.
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