Love,

You may or may not know who you are, but I have given you my heart. My chest feels empty without it. There's a throbbing that never goes away. It hurts more on some days than the others. It causes me a consistent discomfort but as long as you have it, I will be fine.

When I gave you my heart, I expected you to give me yours like in the fairytales. Unfortunately, you didn't because your precious little heart was in your chest but was chained to a different person. You told me about her. A lot. I saw your ears turn pink and your adorable little smile when you thought of her. You said I'd never get it. You were mistaken. I do get it. It is you who is just oblivious.

I once thought it was cute— your oblivion. The way you never notice that my day just brightens when I hear your name or how my heart does a flip when you're near. You never noticed the blush that crept through my face and the smile I suppressed when you held my hand, neither did you realize how warm I suddenly felt amidst the cold night breeze when you offered me your jacket.

I remember very well how you used to say that she was the most beautiful girl in the world and that her personality was twice as beautiful. I remember that I wished I was the one you were talking about. A pang of envy came through me like a surge of lightning when you saw her again after so long.

Some days I feel like crying, but I remember how sweet and kind you were. Always that look of concern in your eyes when you knew it was an off-day for me. Your voice was like the music of angels to me.

You are so perfect to me and I could only wish you feel for me even just half of what I feel for you.

I don't know if I love you, but it's been four blissfully awful years. May you take care of yourself and my heart with it.

Lovingly yours,
CMT