February 4, 2021

Dear friend, 

A piece of me wants to give up on love, to give up on building a relationship with someone who may or may not feel the same way, but try anyway, in hopes that they do.

I trust the process, but I do not trust the start. I know and recognize the warning signs, the red flags because I know what I deserve and I know what I’m looking for, but nowadays, with options so easily accessible and out in the open with just a touch of your fingertips, it’s easy for someone to do a one-eighty and change their mind so quickly.

It’s the start of it all that scares me the most. I’m not one to move fast physically– I’m better than that, but I am guilty of one to get too emotionally invested too quickly and just way too hard. It’s honestly my biggest flaw. I despise it and I wish I could change it, but this is who I am and it’s what I have to deal with. One day, someone can have those words “I love you” pressed up against the roof of their mouth, just about ready to say it, but I make them wait because I’m scared– scared of being vulnerable and hopeful for someone who doesn’t plan on staying, but the feelings still linger anyway and it’s a safe assumption that they do have feelings for me too or at least some sort of feeling.

But then, from one day to the next, from almost witnessing the person you think could be the one, your forever, wanting to say “I love you” to the next day hearing, “I’m not interested in you anymore,” just opens up old wounds that I thought were fully healed. I don’t deserve this. I was done feeling this way, or, so I thought.

There’s just no warning signs when getting to know someone for the first time, regardless if they’re from your past or not. I trusted him nine years ago. We were supposed to fill in that gap. Together. But you said those magic words and my walls went up again and my guard did just the same. It’s not your fault though. It’s mine for getting too attached way too quickly, but I am not taking the blame for everything. You knew what I was looking for and you led me on to believe you loved me. It’s so pathetic that you turned out to be just like the rest of them.

Consider yourself lucky and privileged that I let you into my life and take a chance with me because I know my worth and you do not meet my standards. Not after what you did. I thought I would be used to this heartache by now. I don’t feel as bad for myself as I do for the next person who decides to fall in love with me.

Sincerely, 
Alex

august 5, 2016

dear friend,

i just need someone to talk to

i’ve had a lot on my mind lately. mostly about a boy. he lives a little far from me, but he’s worth the drive when i get to see him. the distance may suck sometimes and he’s not really great at communicating most of the time. to be honest, i get a little hurt when he doesn’t reply to me quickly or at all, but i’m working on fixing my impatient ways.

sometimes, i feel like i’m being annoying when i bother him too much. i start to overthink things when he doesn’t talk to me for days. i start feeling like i did something wrong or i’ll start thinking that i’m not enough. i put myself down so much– i guess so he won’t. i know that’s not healthy, but i just want to be his somebody, like i’m someone worthy– an important piece of his life that he can’t let go of, because that’s how i feel about him.

when he’s not around, he’s all i can think about and what makes me sad is that i’m not the person he thinks about when he’s alone. instead, he’s thinking about her and that’s because she’s the one that hurt him. do you understand?

i get the feeling that he doesn’t think about me at all. he doesn’t show it. he doesn’t tell me he misses me unless i say it first. he doesn’t tell me something reminded him of me. he doesn’t dedicate any songs to me. he doesn’t even ask me how my day has gone. and he doesn’t wish me a good night’s sleep like he used to.

that’s how he makes me feel when i’m not around him and i know i shouldn’t expect much from him because i realize that i do, but in this given moment, i have nobody else in my mind of who i can see myself with for the rest of my life.

so, i start telling myself that i’m going to be lonely for the rest of my life and that i can live with that idea. if i can’t have this one guy, well, nobody else is going to make me as happy as he did. nobody will compare. and each day that passes, i start to believe that will be true someday.

he’s not one to talk, much less show his emotions. i’m constantly on the lookout for any sign of subtle abnormal body movement or facial expression, just to even guess what he’s thinking about. i try to call him, on nights when i’m missing his voice the most, but he never answers, much less urges to call back.

but then i start thinking about all the feelings he makes me feel when he is finally around me, in my presence, breathing the same air i’m breathing.

like when i see him for the first time in a long time– my heart starts racing, my legs give out, my hands begin to sweat and shake, and i can’t even breathe right.

when i’m around him, i forget about the world. i forget about my problems. it’s like he has the power of reversing gravity and he doesn’t even know it. 

and when he smiles, i can’t help but smile with him.

and when he laughs, i can’t help but laugh with him.

and when he looks at me, i can’t look away.

and don’t even get me started with his voice.

and when we cuddle, i can’t help but love the feeling when he holds me tighter when he feels me slipping away– it makes me feel safe, sheltered, protected. he feels like home.

and in my eyes, he can do no wrong.

i will be honest and say that he doesn’t have a great personality. it is good, though, or at least good enough for me. he’s mostly there for me when i need him. he can relate to me and knows exactly how i’m feeling even when i can’t fully explain why. and i like that he is so innocent– that’s probably my favorite trait.

i just wish he showed a little more appreciation. i wish he tried a little harder. and i also wish he didn’t shut people out when he is sad, but i guess that’s just who he is and i’m willing to love those bad habits of his even though i know they’ll bother me down the line and maybe hurt me.

he’s been making bad choices lately when he’s sad like drinking and smoking. i really wish he didn’t do that. there’s other ways to mend pain or at least distract it.

for example, he could start journaling like i do. i didn’t know what else to do when he left me the way he did, but i found my medium. i write letters to him even though i’m well-aware that he’s never going to read them, but i had no other choice.

i just hope he doesn’t regret the drinking and the smoking later in life. i really do care about him and his well-being so much. i just wish he cared and loved himself as much as i do. i want him to be happy. of course, i want him to be happy, but i desire to be the one that makes him happy.

so, do i think he’s worth it? i’m not sure. maybe he is. maybe he’s not. and if he’s the latter, then that makes me sad because i want to be his happiness even if it kills me. i want to be the person that puts a smile on his face. i want to be what he is to me. i just want him to feel the things i feel toward him, but i can’t make someone love me, can i?

he’s in love with someone else. someone that he’s loved for a very long time. but she left him and she’s off with some other guy, living another life, another story with someone else and he doesn’t deserve that.

“she’s talking to some other guy. she’s happy, but i want to be the one that makes her happy.”

he said that one day to me and i broke down a little inside at the fact that he is so oblivious at the fact that i am right there in front of him, listening to the pain in his voice and i can’t do anything about it. instead, he was drinking and drinking, wasting his life away. if he really loved her, shouldn’t he be out there chasing her? winning her back?

someone else out there loves him and cares for him so deeply and would do anything in the world just to make him happy. that someone is me, but he won’t choose me because i’m a he. do you understand?

i’m here, waiting for him like a sad lost puppy. he hurts me when he’s hurting over her because just like seeing him happy makes me happy, seeing him sad makes me sad too. he ignores me too much even if it’s just a simple text that says, “i hope you’re having a better day today!” i don’t even get a thank you and all i’m trying to do is make him smile again because i miss it. that’s all i need. i need to feel validated by your smile.

the things he feels for her right now: the sadness, the loneliness, the rejection, that hole in his chest where his heart once was, all those feelings he has toward her, they’re exactly how i feel about him.

so, why is it that he puts me through this? he tells me he feels bad when he hurts me and that he doesn’t mean to, but he does it anyway. i want to believe it’s not intentional, but he says nothing to stray me away from my bad thoughts. instead, he shuts me out.

i miss the old him, the one that used to be happy all the time. i hope that person still exists. i hope he’s still alive. and if he is, i hope he comes back soon because i hate to see what he’s doing to himself.

i love him as a friend, but i want to be more than that. i worry about him so much. i know i shouldn’t but it’s in my nature. i’m a worrier, not a warrior.

i’ll be patient. when he’s ready, i’ll be here for him. i’ll be his shoulder to cry on when he’s sad. i’ll be the wall he wants to punch when he’s angry. i’ll be the one to catch him when he falls.

i just hope he doesn’t make me wait too long because only he can put my broken heart back together.

love always,
alex

I’m so grateful
we never had much
in common.

I’d hate to hate
things I used to love
before I loved you.

© Letters From Alex

Undiscovered Love

People always say,
“Be patient.
Don’t try to find love.
Love will find you.”

The only problem is,
what if I’m the love
my future lover
is waiting for?

© Letters From Alex

Linger

Nothing
is more terrifying
than being
haunted
by a ghost
with a beating
heart.

© Letters From Alex

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