a letter to you

hi there i hate you right now. i feel so sick and awful and ugly and horrible and annoying and embarrassed that you didnt tell me that you werent in love with me sooner. sure, you can say you love me all you want, you can say that im so important to you. but if i really was, you wouldnt have fucked me over like this. i left your house and cried the whole drive home, got home and cried some more. and because i know you dont love me i fucking redownloaded tinder and made a new account and immediately got a bunch of matches. oh great im so excited that these strangers like my boobs wow yay. i feel sick everytime i open it. i look through all these people who want me, who think i’m hot and who want to fuck me and all it makes me think about is how you dont want to fuck me and how you are not in love with me. were you ever in love with me? were you serious? did i overwhelm you or something. i wasnt even this miserable when i was seven and thought my dad was going to die. i wasnt even this miserable when i was thinking of shooting myself in the fucking head before i got medicated. yeah yeah dont worry im not going to kill myself because outside of you everything is pretty great. my job is great, i almost have my degree, i have wonderful friends and my immediate family is really supportive. the thing is that i wanted to be the one that you were in love with. i wanted you to feel how i feel about you. i know i cant demand that of you. i wish i could be a bitch and send you this letter and leave you voicemails of me sobbing or something unhinged like that. but the most fucked up thing about you breaking up with me is that all i can think about is how you must have other things stressing you out, as if i am not an important part of anything. and also telling someone that theyre perfect is not right, because it is a nothing word (like important) it doesnt tell me anything about how you feel. and it’s frustrating that i wont ever know what you meant by “a while”. i’m gonna have to be honest and say that i can probably never see you again. i will listen to “how’s it going to be” by third eye blind and sob, but i will not be able to walk through your front door or run into you at a friend’s house. i must let myself be my priority. and being friends with you is not in my cards (get it, i believe in tarot and astrology and you dont? funny tho because our astrology is really good so maybe that is joke too, like how i am a joke to you) planning breaking up with me while making me finish a fucking videogame is insane. i could have lived without the ending if you coould have been honest with me sooner. this will sound pathetic (at least it does to me) but i am still in love with you and even though i could have had sex the same day you broke up with me, i dont think i want anyone to ever look at me again because i am thinking about you. an di know youre insecure about a lot of stuff, but you dont really let yourself get any help so maybe do that. i hate myself for thinking about you so much and for dreaming about you redoing youre breakup with me where it ends more favorably. i know you will never love me again if you ever did and i have to live with that. so tell Apollo i love him and have nightmares about breaking my heart

remember, when you tell people we broke up, you broke up with me, and it wasnt a mutual thing.

So, hypothetically you’ve always been wrong, again.

Imagine that you have been in a relationship with him for almost eight months. You start kinda noticing that maybe you aren’t spending too much time alone together, which is odd because before you ever dated you always spent time alone together. Whatever, right? Except no, it’s not whatever, you’re a grownup and can tell him how you feel and all that because he can tell you.

For example, in March just before going out to the movies (with all one billion of your friends) he says he doesn’t like some of the jokes you make and something else that you can’t really remember rn as it is being overshadowed by another feeling (lmao no you feel normal fr and not upset at all) anyway you’re like of course “i’ll stop saying things that could be hurtful, but also know that i don’t ever mean to be hurtful.” and that’s that. There’s also the whole thing with the out of country trip. oh, did i mention you guys went on a trip for a week outside of the u.s.? huh no? well, you did. day before flight is stressful to say the least, you are still in school and trying to finish the semester and have this week long trip that is stressful for that reason (god damnit how did you not see all of this coming. you should have known before he fucked up your brain and unfortunately your heart too.) anyway, evening before the flight, he hasn’t packed, you still need to finish and his mom shows up and wants to see him and your brother and sister-in-law are also in town. so basically it’s a back to back nightmare of him meeting your family, you seeing his mom and you also saying the wrong thing in front of your family about his hobby. He brings it up later when you’re alone and it seems to be resolved bc you know you biffed that. Next day, you get to the airport late but luckily make your flight and everything is fine. But it isn’t because you had ear surgery a few weeks prior and he has a nicotine addiction. yay! he gets angry and snappy and you kinda don’t notice until you get to where you’re staying. you talk to the concierge and they say your room isn’t ready so he kinda gets pissed. you are like okay, maybe go walk and check out this one place to see if they have vapes. wrong move! he’s gone for like forty five minutes, comes back pissed as fuck and basically drags you over to the concierge desk to check if your room is ready (luckily it is this time) so you get up to the room blah blah blah and he kinda has a tantrum. (it hurts to be honest about this because you still love him because youre an idiot and a joke ughghgghghghgh) but he throws a major ick fit and you get to finding where nicotine can be got, get an uber and take him with you to the place. of course, youre lost at first and dont know where the place is and youre internet is bad and again there are all of these bad things, but eventually you find the place and the problem seems solved… for now. rest of the week goes by, pretty fun, but maybe is it weird that you guys only have sex like once? on what should be a romantic trip away? flash forward, at the airport about to fly home, he goes off the handle on you and says you’ve been condescending to him when you’ve brought up the nicotine shit (even though you were just trying to make jokes about it bc of how uncomfortable it made you feel) anyway you apologize and it’s whatever once again. you are relieved to get back home and to see your roommates pick you up. i mean, the trip was mostly fun right?

so that’s that over. school is out, youre still super busy but for however long you and him have been official (i want the reader to feel the bitterness here) you have completely rearranged your schedule to fit better with his (he night shift) so you dont really sleep well or at all sunday-tues or saturday-tues. one of your main concerns is his health and his sleep (ig bc youre an idiot cancer rising with a cancer venus and this is a person you’ve known basically your whole life!) and yes still you prioritize spending time with him. then it all kinda boils over when you guys had planned a date, and instead hung out with all of your friends again, and you didnt even have sex after, because oh yeah, that’s right! You haven’t had sex in like a few weeks at this point, and it makes you wonder a little bc there are some people you know who date and dont seem to have sex and he was like “at that point they’re aren’t even dating” what an interesting point for him to make! (what is so sick and awful about all of this is that you are still so in love with him and the insane part of your brain is hoping and wishing that he will say something to fix it so you be something again, even though you understand that that wont ever happen.) fuck. so a few days after this you’re kinda like, i need to bring these things up, mainly “it feels like we’re just friends who fuck sometimes” and that frankly isn’t what you wanted out of this. you’ve been in love with him this whole time and it feels like he’s not as all in.

your talk appears to go good, he hugs you and thanks you for telling him how you feel so ig it’s fine then right? obviously no sex, and (fuck it, you also stopped watching tv together bc most of the time you spent together was with you alseep. how the fuck did you not see this coming) you go on with your week as normal and you make more of an effort to talk to him-even though you have been the one making the effort lmao. sunday night is normal movie night activity with all of your friends, drag competition for Tod’s bday (your bestfriend) and it’s fun and you tell him that you’ll stay up to play Fallout (trademark) bc youre almost done. everyone leaves, you beat the game. say one last i love you and go to bed while he stays up. the next morning seems normal, you get ready in the dark bc he’s asleep and you don’t want to wake him up, and you try to wake him up to have him maybe walk you out to your car but he doesn’t move so you kiss him on the head and go out through the garage. (fuck youre not gonna get to see that dog ever again. missing you puppy this is a nightmare and awful and you feel sick)

computer is fighting you at work but when he texts you at like three you head over to see him. you feel fine and regular and have to make a call for your mom and stuff so when you get over you dont really look up to see him bc youre doing something else. you dont take off your shoes because he immediately walks back to his room and clothes the dorr, leaving the dog outside. youre really in for it now. you sit down on the floor and he sits on the bed because you dont want to be right by him because you know he is going to say something that will hurt you, you keep your shoes on. he says the old “ive gotta talk to you” and then starts crying, and saying things like “ive been thinking about our talk and you were right, i haven’t been treating you right and it makes sense that you feel like were just friends who might sex” and you are so stupid and in love that you go up to comfort him and try to respond in the way that you think is appropriate, like it’s okay, we can figure this out and work on it etc., then he says “no, you don’t get it, that’s how i feel. i haven’t felt romantic feelings for you in awhile.” oh. okay. he fucking tells you you’re perfect and honestly kinda begs to still be friends, he does at least say you dont need to be friends right away (no fucking shit).

you comfort him (while he is breaking up with you) and then leave. you grab the stuffed cat you’ve kept over there, and your backup crochet and cross stitch projects, and your toothbrush, and your soap. and you try to leave. at the front door he says “i’ll see you again right?” and you say sure but the only thing youre thinking about is leaving and never looking at him again. he is like “I can hug you” and you let him do a mormon ass side hug because youre in shock (couldnt he have broken up with you last week?)

you get out to your car and start crying immediately because this is exactly what you didn’t want to happen. when you first told him about your feelings you fucking gave him an out. you told him mostly about the scorpio stuff and kinda the taurus. obv not all the way because those situations only make you look stupid, but ig it doesnt matter now because for the third time, youve been the fucker upper of another friendship because you got feelings. it’s kinda like youre the nice guy but not really bc you dont make friends with men because youre attracted to them. whatever. it just makes you think about when you talked about buying a house and you told him that you didnt have to be on the deed or anything, just in case and he said no, i’d want you on it, and you replied “you really want to be stuck with me forever?” and he said yes.

Youre not as upset about him losing feelings for you as you are about the word “awhile” why couldnt he have told you right away? so that he wouldnt have to fucking katniss you and act like he loved and act like he was in love with you when he wasn’t? and then the fucking nerve to ask to be friends like maybe that softened the blow or something. you have been so in love with him the whole time that hearing him say that he wasn’t is part of what is making you feel so sick. you havent eaten really in the last three days, and you probably wont start anytime soon. you cant even drink water that much because you just cry it all out. so much of the time you spent away from him was time spent missing him and then he just doesnt love you. it almost makes you think that maybe he was never in love with you, and he was just afraid to tell you because he didn’t want to lose you as a friend (even though you gave him a fucking out) well. there goes almost 18 years!

so, if this hypothetical situation happened to you, what would you do? would you aim to get famous so that you doing a cover of Silver Springs (Miss Stevie Nicks) would go really insanely viral or something and maybe it would be the only thing he could hear? or something else?

r/newauthor/ hypothetically

i can’t get over the idea of being with you.

it feels silly that you have such a hold over me since you didn’t do anything to warrant me having such strong feelings towards you. you live your life with your boyfriend who i’ve only ever seen online, and the way you spoke about him when you showed me pictures of you guys made me feel happy for you. there’s no jealousy, i feel happy for you that you’ve allowed yourself to become your true self. the only problem lies with me. in some weird way i compare myself to him, because i wish i could be him. so i guess that does make me jealous. i wish i could be there supporting you through the semester, seeing you on campus, being with you at your apartment, skiing with you, doing things that we used to do together before i moved. the funny thing is, even though im jealous that im not that person doing those things with you, im not jealous. im happy, for you both. truly, i am. i’m happy that he is the person you are able to be in a relationship with and you can do so without any fear or judgement from the small town you grew up in. i’m just happy that you’re happy. hmm i guess i sound really jealous lmao. looking back, i can see now why there was always a sort of understanding between the two of us. it’s clear to me now why our friendship was as true as any friendship i’ve ever had. (when we were small). and it’s because we were both gay lmao, surprise! we clicked so well because we both knew we were different from others. ugh i wish i could explain it more but what im trying to say is that we both had a connection with each other because we somehow knew we were different from others before we understood why we felt different.

i’ll never get over everything you did for me when we were younger. from the times you wrote me letters when i moved, how you made birthday gifts for me out of inside jokes and whatever craft you were interested at the time, and to the times you made me feel included in whatever we were doing when we were around other people. i always cherish the memories we have together ranging from swimming in 8ft deep snow to swimming in the pacific. everything in between felt just as fun, and even more fun at times. i really appreciate these memories and the time we spent.

its fun to think about how good of friends we were growing up. when we met each other in fall of 2007, we didn’t know our sisters were friends on their volleyball team, we didn’t know we were in the same kindergarten class, nor did we know that we were both gay lmfao rofl. i remember you introduced me to your pet snake, and i introduced GTA to you (lmao i was really unattended as a child). your family brought structure and a sense of compassion and encouragement i always appreciated. i saw your intelligence peer through every game you taught me, every song you played on the piano, and every lead role you got in our school’s theatre program (gay lmao). i introduced you to a lot of new things that were unique to my family. you were with me when i learned how to wakeboard, when i rode my first dirt bike, and when i got my first lead role (gay again lmao). sadly, when i moved because of !trauma! within my family, we parted ways. kinda difficult to keep a friendship going when shit keeps constantly happening to you and your family 😼.

part of me wonders what would have happened if i returned all of the nice gestures you gifted me. if i had, would i be the one who holds your hand in public? would i be the one who sleeps with in your bed with you when you come home in between each semester? would i be the one to help you get through the trauma of your parents being crazy liberal while simultaneously being crazy homophobic. its just crazy, because i always felt these feelings for you, but like most relationships i had with my straight friends who are boys, i kept them to myself to keep me safe. it wasn’t until you showed me a picture of your boyfriend that i felt like being with you is a possibility.

also, i do not know you as well as i did. maybe i am just fabricating a dream out of pure want and desire for something i have not experienced with anyone. maybe i see you as a safe person, and thats why i fabricate this grand dream. maybe you’re someone that i see myself with simple because you’ve treated me with such kindness. i guess ill never know, and this is just a hypothetical anyways :).