Felicity's Letter - Part 2
Sunday, June 8, 2008 at 09:14AM in felicity Melancholy, I'll put this to you as simply as I can. Because I need you to understand. But please don't take offense. I don't mean to hurt you, but you need to listen to me.
I can see your face now. You always listened to me. That's what you're telling yourself, I'll bet. You're telling yourself you were always there for me when I wanted to talk. You were always there to give me good advice.
You're right about that. I won't argue with you.
But you were never there for me too. That's incorrect grammatically. I can hear you correcting me. It's so funny, but I can tell I'm going to miss that. It used to annoy me like crazy, but I taught myself to ignore it, Melancholy, because I knew you couldn't help it. You're too passionate about words. It wouldn't have been fair to you to say anything.
God, I wish I knew how to put it so you could understand. You were never there for me. Not in any real way. You're shaking your head now. I can see that too. Abstract words are meaningless. How can a "way" be "real"? That's what you're thinking now.
But it's true. You never loved me. Not the way I loved you. I loved you, Melancholy. I loved you. And all you gave me in return were flowers.
But they were dead flowers, Melancholy. They were dead.