May 10, 2017
Dearest Vincent,
How do I start this letter? With the profound feelings I once felt for you, or the empty void you left within me? I want to say I hate you for all the times you made me feel less, even when I made you feel more. For all the times that I gave you my time without thinking it twice, but when I asked you for yours in return, you hesitated. For all the little things I did for you, but I never heard a "thanks". But, why didn't I notice earlier? Was I blinded by the arrow that impaled me? When I knew you, or when I thought I did. My heart broke like crystal, but my spirit under pressure turned into a diamond. Funny, how I've been through extreme pain, but nothing has hurt worse than the wound you left in ny heart. Because skin and bones I can heal. But my mind will need time...
