[Improbable Letter 5] This is my confession.

Dear Not-Naming-You,

We all have our faults. You told me yours. So here's mine:

I do things without thinking. Now this may contradict what I've told you before, that I overthink things. But, sometimes in the spur of the moment I do things. Things I should never do. And I say things. Things I really shouldn't say. And I can't take them back, ever. And my ego stops me from saying sorry most of the times. 

So I'm going to be a bitch. I'm going to be rude. And to be honest, I really don't like people all that much. But I like you. You're on heck of a friend. And I'm sorry for all the past, present and future things I will say or do without thinking.

Now I just wish I had the courage to send you this.

Love, Me.

Home.

I don't know where home is anymore.

Forever.

I love you. No matter what has happened to me, or what will happen, it's the one thing I know will never change. You're the yes to my no, the light to my dark and the smile to my memories.

You and me, it's a fantasy. A pipe dream so out of reach, it's barely even fucking visible.

Life is unfair. You put someone first who puts you second. You study your ass off for a final only to get a B in the class when you deserved an A. You give 110% to someone in a relationship when they only give 40%. You're there for your best friend at 3 a.m. when they need it the most, and the next day they don't pick up their phone. You give something your all and sometimes get little to nothing back. You care so much about someone who doesn't care enough about you to say hi once in a while. You give someone your time, and they give you "Sorry, I'm busy". It seems like you're giving everyone everything, and they're just walking away with it.