letter 1

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you are not mine,
but sometimes
i pretend that
you wish you were

i create this idea
that you secretly
want me

and i often forget
it's just something
i've made up

you do not want me,
and you are not mine

- m.k. -

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honestly, it hurts.

how much i like you.

it hurts.

why did i learn to like you now?

now when you are happy?

i had years.

years when you were not with her.

years where i could have said those three fateful words.

i.

like.

you.

but i didn't.

i didn't like you until you were with her.

and now it's too late.

it's too late for me to say those words.

i.

like.

you.

and if i did, i know what you would say.

so i keep it to myself.

i haven't said those three words to anyone.

i.

like.

you.

no one knows.

but God,

and i,

but not you.

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