IF I WAS EVER REJECTED


Dear Professor,

I've always been at a loss for words. I have been for so long, even in our short, minute conversations. I've hidden much simply because it's always been in my own self-interest to do so. Am I selfish? If self-preservation is selfish, then please forgive me my fault. I think it would kill me inside if I was ever rejected by you face to face. I know that there are those that have seen the looks and feelings exchanged, but do not know really know that few words have ever been exchanged between us. As it were, it is none of their damn business. To try and imitate my writing style, as though a letter I would write would even remotely resemble my poetry on my site is absurd, but they've tried.

So many out there that think they are so superior in their knowledge, but in truth, so ignorant in their fuzzy logic and shallow existence. What do they know of love? Furthermore, how could they? I could care less what others think. I am in another place, studying and moving onto a better life that they could never have. Biochemistry is a pain in the ass, but as it were, I chose that field of study. We all chose our own destiny to some extent despite outside forces and other obstacles.

But I have not let any outside influences deter me from loving you after all of these years. You know I love you. Always have, always will. It doesn't matter whether or not you care. In my cruelest and crudest moments, I am defensive, but beyond these base emotional responses, I am still in this tormented prison of a soul that I have created for myself dwelling over my unrequited love for you. But I know now that my love is not forbidden, for we are both adults in different towns and living different lives. Hope is a dream, and my despair a reality. Do you not see nor care? I live my life without you, but even so, I still continue to love you.

Love,

Your Former _____ Student.




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