Dear Josh,
I've been losing sleep lately, thinking about the things that we can and should be.
I don't know why does life hate me this much, I don't remember doing anything wro..Oh, nevermind; I remembered.
I once stole three dollars from your bedroom when you left to bring us something to eat...but I had my reasons. I was young, 13 years old or something. Plus, I needed money to buy you a gift for your birthday, which was so close that I couldn't save enough money for it.
I also lied to my mum telling her that I was sleeping at Natalie's,when in reality I was at the night club for the first time. You were with me, making sure that I wouldn't drink.
God, I just remembered when we went to Ed's house at midnight without him knowing, and pranking him. The sight of a sixteen years old guy crying and calling for his mum isn't something I can forget easily.
Okay, I admit that I've done many wrong things in life, but still, they aren't enough for life to torture me with your love.
I'd pay you $2000 if you could name a feeling that's more painful than loving someone who will never love you back the way you want. There's stepping on a lego with a barefoot, I know, but let's not consider it.
Lots of hugs,
Leen.
October's 23rd, 2015
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