EVERYTHING THAT IS CALLED WRONG ALWAYS FEELS SO WONDERFUL


They say the best loves are forbidden. What do they know anyway? They didn't feel your heart beating with mine as we lay together in a complete lie, both knowing it would never last, both knowing that this could never be.

It was so easy to love you, it felt natural, normal, even nice. Our parents did not know, and only a select few of our friends knew, that helped us be together, even when i was with another and everyone who knew about it said it was wrong.

Why does everything that is called wrong always feel so wonderful at the time?

Why does my heart still ache when i see you in passing, your blue eyes and long eyelashes staring blankly at the floor?

I know it hurts you too, i can see it in those moments where our eyes meet by accident, and communicate too much for just those few fleeting seconds.

Nothing feels the same without you.

I don't think things ever will.

We can't be friends, we can't be together, so we remain apart. It tears me into pieces, when i think of you, which is more often than not.

No one will ever love me the way you did. Even the man that i'm with now. That i was with when i was with you. You know me differently, deeper, with more understanding than i can comprehend.

Unconditional.

And i'm still here.

I always will be. All we need is one more chance to lay together. To feel each other close. And i will hold you like i did on that night when i came to your house and woke you up. And i will tell you that i still love you. That it hasn't gone away.

I don't want to be your friend anymore.




the love letter collection
submitted 6:11 PM EST
friday, december 19, 2008