Dear Brady,
So you say that you love me. Do you expect me to believe that? Do you expect me to just fall into your open hands, and to allow you to play with my heart, my spirit, my body? Don't you know that you already have?
I loved you. You hated me. I lied to my friends to protect you. I lied. I only lie for those I care about. You told lies to your friends about me. You made everyone hate me. You lied. You only lie to hurt people. I never raised a hand in defense. You raised your hands to punch me straight in the face, but you know when you did that I felt it straight in my heart.
We are complete opposites.
You are alive. I am dead.
Sucks to know it is your entire fault doesn't it?
Love,
Raelyn Schmidt
