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Dear You
Dear You
I hate you.
It’s such a simple phrase, but it’s so hard to put any real emotion behind it.
In that respect, it is exactly like ‘I love you.’
Do you remember all the times I told you that?
Do you remember telling me that?
Do you remember meaning it, and then not meaning it?
Do you remember not telling me?
Do you remember the laughter, the good times?
Do you remember the tears, and the support?
Do you remember how one faded and the other grew?
Do you remember when I tried to do the right thing?
Do you remember me going against my better judgement?
Do you remember the black cloud that we couldn’t seem to shake?
Do you remember the words, or just the emotions?
Do you remember the letters?
Do you remember finally admitting the truth?
Do you remember persecuting me for telling the truth?
Do you remember trying?
Do you remember my request?
No you don’t.
I hate you.
It’s such a simple phrase, but it’s so hard to put any real emotion behind it.
In that respect, it is exactly like ‘I love you.’
I mean it.
I mean it more than I ever meant any of the ‘I love you’ ’s.
I’ve never wished death on anyone before…
Congratulations.
You are my first death wish.
Now go and die.
I hate you.
It’s such a simple phrase, but it’s so hard to put any real emotion behind it.
In that respect, it is exactly like ‘I love you.’
Do you remember all the times I told you that?
Do you remember telling me that?
Do you remember meaning it, and then not meaning it?
Do you remember not telling me?
Do you remember the laughter, the good times?
Do you remember the tears, and the support?
Do you remember how one faded and the other grew?
Do you remember when I tried to do the right thing?
Do you remember me going against my better judgement?
Do you remember the black cloud that we couldn’t seem to shake?
Do you remember the words, or just the emotions?
Do you remember the letters?
Do you remember finally admitting the truth?
Do you remember persecuting me for telling the truth?
Do you remember trying?
Do you remember my request?
No you don’t.
I hate you.
It’s such a simple phrase, but it’s so hard to put any real emotion behind it.
In that respect, it is exactly like ‘I love you.’
I mean it.
I mean it more than I ever meant any of the ‘I love you’ ’s.
I’ve never wished death on anyone before…
Congratulations.
You are my first death wish.
Now go and die.
Published 21st Feb 2010
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22nd Feb 2010 1:35am
seems a little harsh...but then again, I guess it always is when you can only remember such things.
things such as trying, truth and being more than mislead for more than enough time.
things such as trying, truth and being more than mislead for more than enough time.
22nd Feb 2010 8:08am
and not only that, he's not leaving me alone, despite saying he would.
Thanks for the comment
Thanks for the comment
21st Mar 2010 2:12pm
