‘Our Secret’
“It’s been half a year since I last spoke to the one person I think about every single day. That’s six months of my life just wasted, on top of the eighteen months I spent getting to know him, which, ultimately, lead to this. It lead to nothing. It lead me to write down my pathetic, little thoughts on pieces of paper because I can’t say these words to him. But I wrote this one to let him know - somehow - that I’m done waiting. And I’m not bitter anymore, about any of it, because I’m learning to see the good through the bad, through the months and months of pain and heartache he probably doesn’t even know he made. Because I realise now that he taught me a lesson, and it taught me that I’m going to find more than him, someday, and that I deserve to. I know I’ll probably never speak to him again, and I’m not sure I even really want to, so if I don’t, I’ll leave him with one final secret. And this is it. I loved him. From what I know about love and from how much I believe in it, I think that was what I felt. Because it’s more than I’ve ever felt for anybody else, and it’s so much more than what anybody else will ever feel for him. This is my secret. It is his to keep.”
Written and submitted by porcelain—bones.tumblr.com
I also want to just say that I don’t know much about anything, but I’ve been through some stuff that might be similar to your stuff, so come and talk to me if you need a friend. I post some weird things sometimes, but I will listen to you… just like I wish he would listen to me.
PS: All of my other writing, submitted through whitepaperquotes, will be posted here very soon.
(If you could post this for everyone to see, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.)
