STUCK IN THE FRIEND ZONE


Dear Him,

When I was eighteen, you seduced me into your bed. I spent the whole time staring at your cupboard door wondering if this was love. I think I had convinced myself it was by the end of it.

After that, I wasn't interesting at all, was I? You made a mockery of my feelings for you. Openly flirted with my friends while everyone looked on on poor me.

You knew how much I loved you, but you treated me like I was an irritating nothing.

Then we both left for university. You told everyone to not give me your forwarding address or email or number. Different countries. Then you, feeling bad, emailed me. My hotmail inbox knew better than I and alotted your mail to junkmail. I unfortunately found the email before it was deleted. We started talking again, and we became friends. Good friends.

It took a long time but I finally forgot the pain of loving you.

Then another man also broke my heart, but he tried not to be as vicious as you were.

Tried.

Then we both returned and you're treating me the same. You're back, but I really, really don't think I'll survive this time. I love you and I hate you, and you... you are so unkind.

I think this isn't real love, I just like to feel hurt, and you like to hurt. A match made in heaven. I told you I didn't want to sleep with you anymore.

I told you, I told you, but you won't listen, and I can't say no to you. I love you, I love you, please love me. I'll change if you want me to, just please look at me, please.

Love,

Me

[Please Note: I understand how disgusting this letter is, and I hate myself for feeling how I feel, but it needs to be seen. 'love' like this needs to be seen]




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submitted 5:04pm EST
Thursday, February 4, 2010