My Love,

The worst part of falling in love with you, is watching you fall out of it. You never directly look at me anymore, your eyes hold no light as they wander around the room as you speak. You won't admit it but the reason you're so unhappy is because you come home to me. The front door will slam shut as the weight of your steps creak the floorboards, you will greet the dog, set your keys on the counter, and walk past me. I am a ghost in your presence. The memories we have haunt me. You used to love me fiercely, like it consumed you entirely. I think that's why I hold onto hope even if it's cutting me like gripping broken glass. I have never loved anyone the way I love you, I have never lived like I've lived in moments beside you.

However, I am growing weak, my love. My wounds bleed, and the crimson stream is staining my perception of you. You used to destroy me with a look, a single word. Now I look you in the face while you rip at my skin, and you're confused as to why I won't let you in. The worst part of falling in love with you, is falling out of it.

A letter you'll never read.