letters to a boy

dear boy,

i’m moving on.

i love you.  but i no longer think that you’re as good as it gets.

-a girl

dear boy,

i discovered today that the idea that absence makes the heart grow fonder is only a half-truth.

i am absent of you and my heart grows fonder, my heart grows.  you are absent of me.  only absent.  god how i miss you.

-a girl

dear boy,

i missed you more than usual today.

-a girl

dear boy,

i can’t keep dreaming about you.  and i’m not talking about daydreaming, the dreaming of you and me hand-in-hand with flowers and smiles.  i’m talking about the dreaming i do in my sleep, where you come to me and smile with your eyes and brush my hair back.  where you take me and destroy all pretensions of unrequited love.  where nothing feels wrong and you are all i see..

but i can’t do this, i can’t keep dreaming about you when i can see you, in reality, smile at her and want her and love her.

maybe that’s all we are supposed to be: lovers in dreams.  maybe that’s all you are supposed to be to me.

-a girl