For you…
Dear YOU (whom I love dearly and truly)…
I wish I could tell a lot of things. I often wish we could just sit down and I could just spill everything to you. I wish I could tell you about what’s going on in my life right now, who I am hanging out with, my latest crazy, stupid ideas, the arguments and jokes with my friends, my non-existent love life, my hopes and dreams and my everything. And to be able to listen to all your wise advice. I so desperately want to be your friend.
And then there’s the hope that when we become friends, you will understand better why I do what I do and I will finally know why you do what you do. And there will be less arguments, less of us literally killing each other. Honestly, I am tired of those arguments… It makes me want to run away. Just to be far from you. Then I will hate myself for thinking this way.
But there’s always this invisible gap between us which makes it almost impossible for us to be friends. And then, there’s always this feeling, this (mis)understanding between us: you thinking that I hate you, and me, thinking that you don’t trust me enough.
And it breaks my heart to think that I may never be able to get close to the one person I love unconditionally…
