Letters I can never send: To My Unforeseen

What to think? What to feel? How to react?

Hmm... It was all too easy to use the 'Death of a Dream' method in this situation. This route was instinctual, I mean, I literally wrote it. But, if I were going to be honest to myself, I would say something along the lines of....

I love you... keep that in mind. And as much as you hate it... I know you. (I know what you show me, and I know what you tell me. If I get it wrong from that then it's your fault for presenting it to me the way you have for the past few years.) So in all the time I have known you I have never seen you fully 

No. 
As I stare at the five handwritten pages I scribbled pertaining to you, it seems somewhat cowardice to post it here, for the world to read before you do. Since you insist on a blog strike i suppose it doesn't matter anyway, but.... This isn't how I am going to do this one with you. You have already seen too much of me for me to communicate with you through a letter. I'll most likely never hand this too you, but one day... when and if you're ready. I'll share it. It'll only be an ask away. 

Love you,

Apathy