Thanks be to Ms. EBT.
I haven't seen you but once this summer, and you didn't notice I was there. So, it's not surprising I have words for you, too.
Ben drives me to your house, but I simply slip my letter into your mailbox and leave.
I don't know what I feel for you, but I know now that it's not love.
Not anymore.
If it ever was.
My parents, your parents, Jasper and Alice, Rosalie and Emmett, Charlie, Ben.
When I look at them, I know what loving another person is supposed to be about.
So, I know that the destructive aftermath of you and I isn't the result of love.
And that's another burden I have to carry.