[private]dear justin,
i miss you. this... this whole thing of not being your friend, it makes me ache. nothing will get clean like it's supposed to. i scrub until the blisters on my palms open, 'til the bruises on my knees are rubbed raw and i've broken my nails so short that my fingers bleed... but none of these physical pains can detract or lessen this internal ache... this absence of you. merlin, i miss you so that i've run out of tears. i don't stop crying when the tears run dry... no. instead it's become a fit of dry, shoulder-racking sobs until i'm feeling somewhere between heartache and hysteria, and i'm not sure if i'm laughing or crying anymore.
and i can't talk to you, and i can't tell you that you were right... because i was so certain, so smug, so superior... so angry. angry because you took yourself away from me... because you popped this fragile cocoon of happily-ever-afters that i had created for myself... and then you didn't stick around to catch me when i fell. angry because i pushed you away, because even as the curtain was unraveling i wanted to believe in the fairy tale. angry because i lost you, and i could have had you, and i didn't even realize...
but it doesn't matter. i can't tell you this, and i can't send this letter and you'll never know how truly sorry i am. you'll never know that i miss you, that there's this hole in my heart where you used to be. and i'll never feel your hand in mine again, and we'll never get to dance like we used to... and maybe it seems silly for me to miss you, when we had but moments together after so many years apart. but this is different. because even when you were... up there, i still felt like there was some part of you that could feel me. that in some secret dream you knew that i never forgot you, and that my prayers were with you. and now... your feet are back on the ground and you're so close but it's silent, and you don't hear me anymore. you cannot hear my heart crying out what my brain didn't understand, what my eyes couldn't see, what it kept hidden from even me.
and these words that i write will never be seen by you, because
we're not friends... and it's because of me. oh... i guess there's still some tears left after all.
♥ hannah