The truth is:
- This journey hasn’t been easy.
- Heavy emotions are on the horizon.
- I recognize that these emotions are only temporary.
- Everything is temporary.
- You’ve been on my mind.
- I’ve realized that I hate you.
- I hate that I hate you.
The letter you left me, haunts me in my sleep. I knew it would…
I left it sitting on my night table unopened, for a month after I last saw you. Many late nights when I stumbled into my place in a drunken haze, I would consider opening it. Every morning I woke up and leaned over my bed to discover it unopened, logic insisted that I burn it and/or expose of it.
It taunted me, and made feeble attempts at manipulating me into opening it.
But, I couldn’t open it… I couldn’t expose of it…
Coming next: I hate to hate you: part 2/3