letter I'll never write
The face you wear in public sometimes disgusts me, but underneath our souls are remarkably similar. I think that's why we've stuck together all these years as so many other parts of our lives have changed. You're the girl that does it all, has it all, but not really, not at all. I am no longer intimidated by people viewed as perfect, because over and over again I have seen the mask come off. I don't worship anyone, because I know that being worshiped only elevates the impossibly high pedestal those of your kind are forced to reside on. You are human. All "perfect" people are human. All "perfect" people are imperfect. And not the kind of imperfect that makes you love someone more, sometimes it's a repulsive and vain kind of imperfection. You have made me wiser, you have made me distrustful, you are important to me.