Letters I won't send.

You.
We could have been unstoppable.
And I had myself very well convinced
that I didn't need you and I could deal
with never seeing your face again if I
had to, but I know that that is the
farthest from the truth. I need you.
And I used to think that maybe you
needed me too, but I guess I was wrong.
I guess I'm disposable. There's always
another one to take my place, right?
Then why would you lead me on?
Why let me believe that you'd be
there and then leave? Do you get off
on the fact that I need you and can't
have you? I love you. I love you like
I've never loved before. But my God,
I don't think I'll ever be able to hate
another bastard like I hate you.

And You.
Chances used to come one in a million with me, I'll
have you know. I used to think that if someone blew
it once, they'd undoubtably blow it again. But you.
You're just something else entirely, aren't you? I've
given you far too many chances, but every time you
come around to claim one up, I just give it to you.
Gladly, really. How do you do that? You fuck it up
every time. And I let you. And then I shrug it off
like it never hurt me that much to begin with when
you want to have another go at it. Are you afraid?
Because I am. We're on lucky number four, dear.
And, to be quite blunt, I'd really like it if you'd
either shit or get off of the pot. Because this is a
something or nothing type deal and I'm tired of
being a nothing.

AND YOU.
You are such a tease.
Such an unbelievably
ridiculous tease. You
intrigue me so deeply
that it's a little bit
unresponsible. You
are the kind of guy
that I've always
imagined being with,
and what do you know..
Won't have me.
My love life is just...
Awesome.