Letter

Dear Lover,

There is always that doubt if you do love me. I know that you do. Maybe even very much so. But the coldness pierces. Its like every aloof line drives me away from you.

It's perfect actually. Us.

I just don't know how to deal with the frowns and the grunts. It's like, what's the use if I can't make you smile. That's why I'm here for anyway.

I love you. I very much do. Possibly more than I ever did the exie. It took me years to establish great love for him, and you got it in a month's time. Maybe even much so.

I never want to change you. I'm sorry if I changed. I'm sorry if I'm not the girl you were friends with. Sucks, I transform when I turn into a girlfriend. You add girl to the once friend. I hope you don't mind.

Love.