Love Letters

I read some journal entries from a while ago, and this was one of them. I just thought I should post it up 'cause I thought it was pretty funny. True, but still funny, haha.

"Dear Love,

I have to admit this relationship we've mustered up has been pretty interesting. My friends would always talk about you non-stop, and before all this this I had only bumped into you once or twice. Sorry, but I was always too busy with other things and only recently did I have a chance to get to know you. Honestly, fear also stopped me from talking to you for a while. You see, Love, you've built up quite the reputation. You're both famous and infamous. Some told me that you were absolutely incredible, amazing, and someone to definitely come by at least once. Then again, others described you as this terrible monster who could ruin lives with the blink of an eye. So you can see why I strayed away from crossing paths with you for bit.

Then out of the blue you popped up into my life, and just as some of my friends had told me before, things were great! I had never been happier knowing you and just having you there. It was always fun, and I felt safe with you there. I mean, yeah, we had our little fights and some moments of pure stupidity, but things were good and I liked it that way. Then you disappeared just as quickly as you had appeared, and had me pretty confused. I had faith and I knew that you were going to come back, but I didn't know when. That drove me absolutely insane, but I was patient and gave it time - you actually did come back. Things were good again, and I was happier than ever.

But this pattern just kept repeating. You would always come and go, and the periods of time without you just got longer and longer. It broke my heart a bit. I read a poem by Robert Frost called "Happiness Makes up in Height what it Lacks in Length," and it had me wondering. Is all this waiting worth that height of happiness? I still don't have an answer to that question.

Love, all I know is that though knowing you had made me happy, happier than I ever thought I could be. Then again I just don't think that I'm ready for the pain that you carry along with you. Yes, I'm taking a break from you. I need my room and I just want to live my life for now. I think that it'd be better for us to carry on our separate ways for a while. You need to meet other people and make them happy. Maybe, just maybe when I've had enough time, I'll be prepared for all those headaches and the heartache you've got. Or maybe by then all that pain will be gone. I don't know Just let me be free for now, okay? Thanks.


Forever Yours,
Caresse"