My Letter.

To My Dearest, 

    What if you just fade into my memories? What if you become someone that I'll look through my photos and call a stranger or rather say that you were someone that I used to know? I think it hurts how much one isn't capable of understanding another. It literally feels like I'm drowning in my own nightmare knowing that you're right there but you can't do anything about it. All these insecurities and fears hold me back from the person I ought to be in fear of rejection from the person that I love the most. How come when everything is failing, there just seems to be more that's being added. Am I to ignore every warning sign in the protection of my heart? Am I to turn off the feelings that are closing in on me? What am I to do with all these emotions if I can't express them the way I should? It hurts me every time I hurt you. I'm sorry that I always do. I'm sorry that I always hurt you. 

    I can't promise that the grass will always be green, just as how I can't promise you that I will ever stop loving you. The distance that we use to protect ourselves and forcibly suscept any possible exchange causes my heart to ache. Not only am I scared that this distance will destroy us, I fear that it will make us erase one another from memory. Just the thought of removing you from my life tends to make me suffer. This feeling, this gut feeling, that there's a storm coming and it will cause us to break more than we already are. Is it that this distance both physical and emotional will emerge strangers from what used to be more? The words flowing out of my heart are conflicting with the ones that my brain tends to output. How do we meet? I hope to hear from you soon.

Yours Forever,

Sierra