Letter #2

Dear Everett,

I've been meaning to tell you that I lied when I said it didn't hurt. I just kept seeing the sun coming up wishing I was that beautiful, and I thought I heard the earth moaning underneath the weight of all my hopes. Maybe it would have changed your mind, maybe you would have asked me to stay. And all of this time, what I've been trying to say is, I'm sorry I couldn't be your sunrise. But I tried so hard, and I'm still sorry.

(I just wanted you to love me)