THE UNSENDABLE LETTER

I’m not mad, or angry, or sad, or depressed, or lonely, or anything really, I have finally figured out that it’s you that is stopping me from being happy. I love you, I really do, so much it hurts sometimes. But I just don’t think you feel the same about me do you? So I can’t keep waiting for your text, your calls, your messages, you to speak to me. I can’t do it anymore. So I am saving myself the heart-ache and just stopping wanting what I can’t have. Because it’s you. I want you, but I simply can’t have you can I? So this is not me saying goodbye, it is just me saying, I have to stop wanting you.