Dear Meow,
I wish you're not reading anything on this page. I'm hoping that you won't see this piece anywhere on the Internet because the moment you see that it addresses is you, I know you'll be upset. I don't want you to feel that.
I would like to admit that our conversation is very friendly and warm. Talking to you isn't awkward. You crack lots of crazy jokes—some isn't good tho (but it made me smile).
I'm confused about our conversations. You know, everything in it is just friendly things. I know nothing is special. Our messages are just plain texts—nothing more.
As moments are counting, I'm hearing myself asking. "WHAT AM I DOING?" I'm puzzled! Why do I keep on replying your messages? I started hating myself.
I start to think about the probabilities of what might be the result of this. What might be the future? I know you're confused too. You even said that I am sweet though I never intended to. You said I am weird but you get amazed by me.
Please, meow. If you can't mend a broken heart again, would you leave me sooner? Are you willing to take the consequences of loving a sadist? A well behave masochist?
If not, don't fall for me. I don't want to hurt you. Let me just fall for you. Don't love me back. I can move on, don't worry. I used to that.
To tell you honestly, I don't know what will be my reaction while seeing you cry because I break your heart. Probably, I'll ignore you. I'll ignore you to ease your pain.
Before I break your heart, I'll see to it that no one would ever do that again. You're assured that I'm not going to leave you until you're in your best self.
Please, after my loss, take care of yourself. Smile and move on. Always remember, you're always my funny friend and my favorite writing tutor.
Forget that once, I love you.
Your sweetest nightmare,
Beauty
Today, I'm in the midst of fall for me and don't fall. I'm really confused. Let's see what will happen overmorrow.