Seeing these letters reminds me of the me I used to be two years ago. It seems like ages ago. I don’t remember how the excitement feels. I just feel nothing.
Because today, the only thing I feel is dead inside. It’s like I had a funeral for my heart, only I don’t remember its sudden death. I guess it was gradual, but it’s definitely just a vegetable now.
I don’t believe in true love. I don’t believe the magic lasts. I believe people can be unfaithful in subtle but very meaningful ways. I don’t want any part in that mess.
Seeing these letters makes me want to warn you, but I also want to believe that it’ll work out for you, the way it didn’t for me.