To him,
                Now, the second letter I am taking some time off from my life to write. Time some may say is wasted, but time is never wasted on you. I could spend every day just lying with you and none of those hours would be wasted or boring. They would be amazing and perfect, and everything I dreamed of. Those hours however have yet to come, and I am almost sure they will never come. I still have a small bit of hope inside of me telling me that one day they will come, and that day will be the best day of my life. Until that day comes, I am just going to imagine what we could be like.
                I have been imagining a lot lately, how when we’re together it’s amazing, and how when we’re together you always seem to know what to say while I sound like a tongue tied, babbling fool. How could someone like you, someone so perfect to me be so untrustworthy and so unreliable? When we’re together you make me feel like I’m the only girl you will ever look at, but when I see you with other girls, it makes me feel again like I am being shot. I am sure that being shot hurts less than seeing you with other girls, wanting to be around other girls even when you have the choice to talk to me. I see you with one girl all the time, and you tell me you are just good friends. I believe it, not because I trust her or because I trust you, but because if I were to believe anything else, I would physically die. Emotionally however, I died a long time ago, after the first time I found out that I meant nothing to you.
                I tried to hug you today, but you shrugged me off. Then the girl I always see you with, who I will call Rose, hugged you. You squeezed Rose back tightly, never like you’ve ever hugged me. To be honest I don’t think you’ve ever really hugged me like that, or even sincerely hugged me at all. It’s alright though, because one day I will hug you. I will hug you warmer and tighter than you have ever been hugged before. Not to make you feel good, but to show you what you’re missing out on, to show you I have always been here, waiting. I have always been the one hopelessly devoted to you. Yet, you only come to me when you’re alone. I am a backup plan to you, and only a short term one. I don’t mind though, because one day you will realize that I should’ve been you’re first choice, and when that day comes I may still be waiting for you, but if I’m not you will realize you made a mistake. Don’t regret it though, just don’t make it again. You deserve someone good, but I deserve you.
With love,
Her