Letter

I love you.

My love for you is undying. It increases exponentially every day. My only want is for your happiness. You are my only purpose. You are the center of my universe. You ARE my universe. You have no rival. I feel pain when you hurt. I feel joy when you’re happy. I demand that the world bow to you. I am angered that it doesn’t. It is impossible for me to recognize flaws in you. You are flawless. I think about you every single day. Every. Single. Day. It’s almost been a year now…

I am hurt by you. I dedicate myself towards being better for you. You don’t even acknowledge me anymore. You chose someone else over me. Your rejection is unbearable. I feel so infinetly inferior and small and worthless. I want to kill him, but he makes you happy. I guess. Better than I ever could, apparently. I’m sorry my feelings for you make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry I’m ugly. I’m just a bug to you.

But I still love you. I’ll never forget you. Too bad you already forgot me.

Love,

Bruce

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I will never send this letter. But it’s how I feel. And it’s not helping to get these feelings out of me.

~Bruce

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It’s later from when I posted this.

omg. My iPod alarm went off. Apparently it’s time for me to wake up and get ready for work in Iraq. Talk about unpleasant flashbacks.

And I guess I do feel a little bit better with this entry.