My Obsession
Letter
Janis Prescott
My Love,
I look at you from afar and wonder why you're with him and not me.
I think about my future and whom it will be spent with. I see you, the
girl I love so much. I think about killing that man; the man who has
taken your heart. I want to watch him bleed, as his dead corpse gets
colder and colder. I want to see him cry out in pain just as I have for
many nights for you. Everyday I feel I need to touch your skin,
wanting to feel every cell in your body. I could stare at your long, sultry
legs and sexy, full lips all day long.
I don t mean to scare you with these thoughts and feelings that
are going through my head every single moment in my life, but I feel I
need to tell you how I feel about that man in order to show you how I
truly feel for you. I hope you can understand that this is just how I
feel and that I love you.
We have been friends for many years and each year I have to sit
back and watch you go from relationship to relationship, being hurt time
and time again. I can't stand it anymore. I can't stand thinking of
the fact that I'll never be able to tell you how I feel because it would
ruin a wonderful friendship. I can't risk our friendship. There is no
one out there that understands me the way that you do. It kills me
that I know that I can tell you my secret, but I can't tell you that you're the object of my affection as a result of my secret. If I were to go
up to you in person as myself, a female, and were to tell you that I
was madly in love with you, you would never talk to me again. A part of
me is hoping that you will figure out who I am and will come to me and
tell me that you secretly feel the same way about me.
I want so badly for things to work to my advantage, but I am not
optimistic that that will happen at anytime. I am going to go on living
my life like I feel nothing for you, but deep down the feeling will
always be with me. I hope and will always hope that you will go on living
a happy life as I will not.
XOXO
My Obsession© Copyright 2004 Janis Prescott, printed with permission.
