She was looking at the blank page…Wanted to write him a letter, but never figured out how to start…or how to end. She wanted to tell him she was in love with him, but emotions were too strong to struggle. She knew he would never respond. It was all about sex to him. It was all about resting by seeing her breasts, by touching them in his imagination. And all she wanted was love. That same true love from the fairy tales she still believed in.
She closed her eyes and remembered…all the guys she ever dated. He was incomparable. He was something she was looking for her entire life. Never had the strengths to tell him…but he wouldn’t believe her anyway. I tear felt. There was the pain…indescribable…ailing…A pain she never felt before. Her brain was chaotically crashed by a feeling that could never exist. Though she closed her eyes and imagined…imagined him holding her, holding her so close she could hardly breathe, but feeling secure, and feeling loved by The One.
Before she felt asleep on the couch, tired from being alive, there were only few words written:
“I don’t know how to start it…and I don’t want to finish it at all…
P.S. I love you. ”
(to be continued)
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