Dear... Outspoken
Dear E,
This started when I was born, I even remember when. I always hated life, I never could tell dreaming from reality, I became embarrassed by what I did in my dreams so many times and there was no one to hear me. People hated me and ignored me, or I never felt myself alive that much. That was awkward, and there came people who loved me for what I was or what they thought I was. Sometimes I didn’t want them to love me because existence hurt me.
That was long ago, when I could tell who I was. Then this happened, I understood what was the reason. No that wasn’t love... I can’t tell what is happening, that’s my dark path... but I really love you.
You think you’re dark, I’m darker, I’m unusually dark and sinful. And I will have to fight it till my last days. I love you. And you will never know this.