You know who you are...

You’ll probably never read this, or even talk to me again for reasons I can’t quite comprehend but I’m writing this anyway. First of all, please get out of my mind. I hate the way I feel when I think about you – all the confusion…who are you? Do I even know you or did I get it all so wrong? You gave me every reason to believe that you were decent; you looked after me, gave money to a street performer and whatever we ate or drank you’d pay for without complaint. It seemed as though my presence was enough thanks for you… yet you seem so guilt ridden, is this why you don’t want to talk anymore? Or did you manage to see through me? I only hid those things because I liked you. And I still do, after all you’ve done I still think you’re an incredible human being. You are generous and kind in every aspect of your life – your job, your diet, your tastes...

I know it wasn’t just me either, we had a connection. I could see it. Maybe I forgive too easily but all I want is to be a part of your life again, even if its just in a small way, to see if that connection is still there…if it would have lasted. I’m a romantic soul and that may be my downfall but you liked me too…I know that no one is perfect and we all make mistakes but I can’t let this go, I don’t want to be your mistake…I know that I'm a mess but so are you, otherwise you wouldn't have done what you did.

I’m not expecting an apology, just the truth. And the truth is that you make me a better person because you make me want to be a better person, but these things don’t happen overnight. I just want to know if I still have a chance…I’d give anything for a crystal ball…

Sincerely,

Lisa

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