Dear Sasuke,
I'm not writing this because I feel I owe you something, because I don't. And I don't want anything from you.
Ok, that's mostly a lie, because if I could still have you here beside me and not her, have you to touch me, love me, and I could have your heart again, well what do you think the obvious choice would be?
But I guess that's not gonna happen. Now there's her, and there's no room for me. I usually think about if you miss me or not. Probably not. At least, I I don't think you do.
I did this to just, I don't know...just say some things. Just 'cause.
Remember that one time when we went to the lake? And it was really beautiful?
We sat there and cuddled, and swam some...(although you pushed me in.)
and then, she was there.
I don't know why. She was. And she always was. Like an annoying song in your head that just won't go away. Kinda like that.
It was obvious that she liked you. Ok, scratch that. It was PAINFULLY obvious that she wanted you. And to get in your pants. Yeah.
And here I was, just sitting there, on your lap, mind you, and she acts like I don't even exist. Maybe it hurts a little, but like hell I'm gonna tell anybody that.
Well, until now.
Anyways, It was weird. Maybe that was when you still had feelings, because you finally told her to go the hell away. And that made me happy, which in turn, made you happy...i think.
But you changed, somewhere along the way. Because now there's no me and you, it's you and her. Hey, I said I wasn't gonna talk about things like that, because they don't matter to anyone, but it hurts. So much.
When I see you with her, it...it's like...pouring vinegar in an open wound. In a way, the open wound is like my heart, but I don't wanna sound emotional or mushy.
And then there's so many questions. Why her? What the hell is so special about her?! But more importantly, why not me?
I guess I'm just a jealous bastard, but no one really knows the damage of a broken heart. How it really feels to have the only person you love, take your heart, and fuck it up into a bunch of pieces that you can't find again. So there you go. At least, you know how I feel now, I guess, not that it's really going to make much of a difference.
Because even though, now there's you and her, to me, it'll always be me and you.
Sincerely,
A broken heart.