A letter from January 18th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, I tore up his love letter I tore up his love letter and I tore up the last bits of him in my life I tore up his love letter - the only person who ever tried to understand me He was the only one who listened to my hopes and dreams The most beautiful brown chocolate eyes and the pearly white smile He made my heart race, and I tore up his love letter I tore up the last bits of hope I had left That he would come around - that he would finally admit what he felt for me I tore up the patience I had left - and I would have waited until he had two families, hell I would have waited until he was dead just to hear him say that some part of him really did love me I waited, and waited I insisted that he wrote the love letter, and he denied it He would drunk text me, and deny it Hell, he texted me back in March that he loved me, then said he never wanted to see me again "You deserve happiness, friendship and love. Never forget the only person you can be is you, and you are beautiful. We will never meet, but I love you because you deserve to be loved, we all are." I kissed every bit of his bad grammar, like I was caressing his hand, like I was making love to him the last time And I tore up his letter Now the sun is setting, and he is gone For good