To You

This will be the last letter that you'll ever receive from me.
We've gone through a lot together, haven't we?

We always were opposites.
With your sweet bubbly character, you were a charismatic extrovert. People flocked to you.
I was a loner, shy and an outcast. You found me and accepted me, taking me under your wing.
For once I felt loved, wanted.

When I was with you, I found what my absentee father never gave me, what my alcoholic mother never bestowed upon me.

After my mother died, I felt alone in the world; more so than before. Falling into a pit of depression, I shut off all human contact. I wanted to escape my hellhole of a life, I've got the scars to prove it.
I thought that you too would leave me, just like everyone else had.
But you didn't.
You stayed with me and pulled me out of my pit, slowly but surely.

And it was then that I fell in love with you.

It wasn't just about your beauty, but also your selfless personality.
You were, and still are, gorgeous both inside and out.
I didn't think that it was possible, at 20 years of age, to fall so hard.

But I did.

And so, on that fateful day, I poured out my soul to you. It should've been perfect. Romantic confessions amongst a field of wild flowers, while watching the sun go down.
Of course it didn't go the way I hoped it would.

You crushed me.
I was like your brother, you said. Couldn't you see that I wanted to be more?

So I left.
I couldn't bear to be near you. Every time I saw you, I felt the overwhelming pain of disappointment fall upon me.

I tried to get over you, I really did.
But I couldn't.

All the countless faces flirting with me, kissing me, making love with me, I only saw you.
I could've had anyone I wanted, but I didn't.
Because all I wanted was you.
Just you.

One night, I received an invitation in the mail.
To your wedding.

I showed up, because I would do anything for you, no matter how much it hurt me.
You looked stunning, your now husband is very lucky.
I gave you my blessing, like I was expected to.
But it was all too much to bear.

After the reception, I stopped to get a knife, paper and a pen, to write this very letter you are reading right now.

So here I am, gazing at the sunset. I'm amongst a multitude of wildflowers, the same place where I bared my soul to you.

It hurts, I'm not going to lie, but the mental pain hurts more.
Things will be better this way.
For both of us.

So, goodbye for the last time.
I still love you, even if you don't.

Yours forever and always,

(This was found clasped in the hand of a dead body. His wrists were slashed, his once immaculate tuxedo ruined with blood. The name at the bottom was smudged with blood, and was unreadable. All through the letter bloodstains were scattered.)

A/N Well? Tell me what you thought about it. It came to me one morning so I wrote it down in five minutes before I had to leave.

I accept all feedback. Flames will be used to keep me warm, it's winter in NZ.

'til next time!