I am writing this letter to you merely out of an unknown surge of feeling in regards to you. It is bound to you, I am sure.
Your absence is ways better than your coldness, I have this conclusion after miserable days of pondering about you. Yet, you see, human’s heart is too complicated to just be told something and then follow what it is told right away.
Though I have a heart inside my chest, I am not its controller; you know this well. You feel it, too.
I must admit that I still hope that one morning I will wake up to see your letter delivered with the content full of your true feelings. Sir, I do not want anything from you; anything that you cannot offer,
but could you be so kind not to be gone from my life?
I have felt as if you had ignited fire and pushed me into its flame. I was being burned, while you just abruptly froze yourself, protecting your soul from the heat of this fire but also enjoying watching me getting slowly consumed.
Please consider my request, I am begging you with all misery.
Yours, all the same,
Suggested soundtrack: Writing Letters to Myself by F.S. Blumm & Nils Frahm