14 November, 1998
  Dearest Trent,
about [ 1 ]
archive [ 2 ]
submit [ 3 ]
subscribe [ 4 ]
credits [ 5 ]

I know you think everything's alright. And I know you think that things are going to last forever. But I just want to say, I don't think they are.

Yeah, everything was fine in the beginning. It was that good puppy-love that everybody adores so much. Every little thing you said would make me melt. I could literally feel the love radiating from you like some sort of force-field that would protect us from everything and anyone. Especially from the possibility of this all ending.

But I think I grew out of that pretty quick. You just make me so angry sometimes that I just want to push you away and never talk to you again. No, not ever again, just for a little bit. I need some time. But I want you there. I want you around, I just don't want to have to deal with you. You're like my security blanket, but I just feel like maybe you should stay on the shelf for a little bit.

Never ever ever did I think that my feelings for you would change. and I don't know if they have. I don't know if feelings are even there anymore. When you feel something for so long, it's hard to tell if it's really there anymore. You forget what you're like without it. And I've forgotten what I was like. Maybe there's only a shadow of the love I felt for you left. I can't really say. And that's what upsets me.

But I think what upsets me more is your blindness. How can you not see I'm suffering in this relationship? How can you not see that there are lots of things that are dying in me from having to compromise myself so much so as not to hurt you?

Yes, I still care if I hurt you. And yes I still care if something I say stings. but I think it's about time that something stings. I've pushed everything I've ever wanted to say to you, every bad little thing I've ever felt about us, into some dark little corner and turned my back to it. I have to face it now. And so do you.

I love you. I will always love you. You're the first person I ever really truly cared about. but I think a lot has changed. and I'm sorry I couldn't cut it off at the pass. but I guess there's always that one little bandit that gets away and ruins everything.

Catrina

So There