You want to know what my problem is?

I care too much.

It was one of those days; you know the ones I'm talking about: the days where any little thing could push you off the edge and you could burst into tears at any given moment. Worst part about those days isn't the fact that you know them, it's the fact that you never make it though them. There is always one small thing that sets you off. You could lock your keys in your car, forget your lunch at home, or get a bad grade on a test. It's not the fact that those things happen, it's just the little push that makes you fall off into the cliff and break. When people see you cry, they think you are the craziest person, but they don't know all of the other burdens that you hide. You are usually strong and happy, but these problems accumulate and they just become too much to bear. And you really want to talk to anyone, because you don't want to tell them all that is bothering you, cause that will only make you weaker.

You say you still love me, cause you can't forget two and a half years.

You say you don't want a girl friend, cause she'd tie you down.

You say you want me to move on, cause you don't want to tie me down.

You say you don't know what you want, does that mean you don't want me either?

Dear You,

Hello, how are you? I'm just writing this to get a few things off of my chest. Don't worry, I won't be long. I just want you to know that you put these strange ideas in my head that I actually mean something to you. But your signals are weak, the strength is dwindling (or at least in my heart). I don't know if this is a good idea, but I want to give you a choice. I want to believe that you still love me. We've been through everything together, standing there side by side. It's in the way you look into my eyes; and you tell me all of these wonderful things that I really want to believe in. I know you have feelings for me, my heart tells me so. I really, really hope that my heart isn't deceiving me. But if it is, leave now. I don't want anymore games. My heart has been thrown around on the ground and torn down the middle. If you are going to risk destroying it completely, then I don't want anything to do with you, because there are so many other people out there willing to patch it up, so you don't have to. So I'm giving you a choice, not an ultimatum. I want your heart to choose whether or not it loves me. We don't have to date, you can date someone else, I really don't care. I just want to know that I have your heart. If you've given your heart to someone else, that's fine, I just won't bother with you anymore. The choice is yours.

Sincerely,

Hope Less