I say this as a friend- and not an attempt to flash the lack of your love into your conscious. I have no interest in flagging you with guilt or ensnaring your affections. I care about the demise of you. Your own ruin- I am your true friend. It is this truth that I see dimly through the painted veil. You are alone…and it is this solitude that draws me to you- beckons me to cover you in my company…to kiss your lips and embrace your pains, and love you undeservedly. This is truth- that you do not know who you are- You are the embodiment of complacency- of boredom. You are bored with life because you have no passion or fervor for it. You live vicariously through the words and souls of others- playing out upon a screen or page, or drifting intwined in a melody. But living is something you know so very little. I would love to breathe this life into you- to give you passion- to give you drive- But you do not know yourself and that is what it comes down to. You blow your face red in effort to prove to me that you are completely sure of who you are and what you stand for but if this was true- Then you would know what you want. And what you don’t. And you would know how to get it- or at least the first steps to take. But you do not. It is as if she stabbed you through- all those years ago- suspended your life in monotony. And you are stuck. Life has no meaning until your vendetta has been accomplished…until she realizes exactly what she missed. But she won’t. And in the meantime- love is dodging for you in several forms all about your head. I may have been one missile- but not the only one. But your gaze is hard and solid- aimed for one alone. One who will never love you- one who has hurt and been hurt by you- one you have avenged, but could never let go. I guarantee you this- you will never love if you do not let her go. | 
