Dear Arthur Kirkland,
I'm tired of this stupid charade. Day by day you get busier and busier and it's starting to get into my nerves. You don't even have time to sleep with me anymore. What am I to you, Arthur? Do you think it's easy for me to just lay there in bed, watching your back as you type away on that stupid laptop? Why don't you just date the laptop and break up with me? I think that would be much better on my part, I wouldn't have to get hurt because a certain Englishman won't look at me!
What happened, Arthur? What happened to all those sweet words you whispered into my ear during the last World Conference? I was so happy you chose me over Alfred. I couldn't even sleep that night because I thought it was all a dream and that I'd wake up, you would forget me again and I'd sit in the corner, wishing that you would at least remember you had a colony named "Canada". But the next day, you came in with a bouquet of roses and a weeping Francis. I could even remember the way Francis held unto me and complained about how I shouldn't waste my time on you. Now that I look back, I wished I followed his advice. It's been a year and I realized that falling for you was a big mistake!
I hope you actually feel guilty for all those nights I waited for you at home, the early mornings where you don't eat the breakfast I prepared, the empty feeling I get when I lie in bed alone and especially the time you came home at dawn because you were with ALFRED. It would have been fine if you tried to ask for forgiveness, but you ignored me! You went straight to bed and even yelled at me for trying to get you to eat something! Do you know how much that hurt me?! Or do you care more about your laptop and Alfred?! Am I just Alfred's replacement to you?! Well, I'm sorry; I thought you loved me as Matthew and not as Alfred's shadow!
I'm leaving, Arthur. I can't take it anymore. You act as if I'm not here, as if I don't get hurt whenever you do these things to me. I'm not asking you to be overly sweet like Antonio or a romantic like Francis. All I'm asking is that you look at me. Please look at me, love me like you said you would, kiss me like you did when I said "yes", hold me when we sleep and be there when I cry. What your doing right now, Arthur, isn't what you promised me. And because of your pride, you won't even give me the freedom to find someone who actually loves me.
I placed this letter right on top of that shitty laptop of yours. You'd have to be blind or completely drunk to miss this. If you decided to throw it away and not read it, it's your lost. I'll be gone by the time you turn around and realize I actually exist. If you care for me, follow me… But I guess I'll just be waiting for nothing…
Goodbye, Arthur…
With love,
Matthew Williams
K/N: A post-Valentine letter I decided to post. This was actually a real letter a friend of mine wrote. I practically blackmailed him to write it for me and I gave him this type of situation. My other guy friend wrote Arthur's reply and you can see it later on. To the people who are waiting for my updates, I'm really sorry 'cause I'm currently busy for the clearance signing and I have to prioritize studies first. But, don't worry, summer vacation's coming up her in the Philippines, so I'll really be able to update faster. Thank you so much for waiting!