A really interesting thought that I found very effective. Still thinking about it 10 minutes after reading it.
I think you’re really pretty.
I used to hate thinking you were really pretty.
I used to wish you were plain; I used to wish you were boring.
I used to wish you had dead bodies in your closet or that your Instagram photos weren’t so freakin’ cute.
Because maybe then he wouldn’t have chosen you.
But a few months ago, I had a life altering realization.
And that is why I’m writing this letter.
I’ve been wanting to have this conversation with you for a while because I feel that I owe you an explanation as to why I was in love with your love for so long.
I know he’s yours now.
But he was once mine.
And we were once happy.
For six months, I was the one who lifted him up and made him feel like a little kid. I was the one racing him down…
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