The Letter

Hey you, 

It happened again, didn’t it? I’m so sorry. It seems like no matter how hard we try, we just can’t seem to make it work. I’ve tried. Trust me, I really have. I know you have too. And I don’t blame you for not wanting to be with me. I get it. I haven’t made it any easier. 

It’s just that… 

I always felt like you never really tried to understand me. You were in for the thrill of it. The kick, the pop, the sizzle. That part of our relationship always excited you. But what about getting to know me? Really know me? 

People have always told me I’m too tightly wound, and quite complicated. I never denied any of that. But when someone loves you, you expect them to get to know all your layers, don’t you? Even the not-so-nice parts. You want to be opened, unwrapped, loved to the core. 

Lately it seems that every time we’ve tried to come close, we’ve hurt each other. I feel terrible about making you cry. I do. But you have to understand that if I’m not all that tough. I seem to be, because it’s the only defence mechanism I have. 

And what about you? Whenever we come together I feel like you’re attacking me. You tell me I’m too overpowering for you, but really, you’re far too much for me as well. And I know we might hurt each other again.

But (there’s always a but, isn’t there?) I feel like there’s still a lot to gain from this. Remember all those nights we spent together? You and me in your kitchen. A bit of wine on the counter as you sashayed with me? How we enjoyed making all those dinners together? How you wanted more and more of me, and never seemed to get enough? It was smoking hot, and we loved every minute of it. 

We can have it all back. I don’t think we’re over yet. And you know what? I don’t think we ever will. 

I know I’ve upset you, but I have a feeling you’ll come back to me eventually, like you always do. And until that moment, I’ll be right here—where I always am—eagerly waiting for you. 

Love, 

Onion

P.S. I think you should talk to Cabbage. I know it took him a while to open up, but he’s finally ready for a heart-to-heart.

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