Dear Loverboy,
I start to ask myself when you became brand new. Was it when you lost weight? When you changed your clothes? Was it the college environment? Was it the new friends? Or was it the letters? No, its just you and your attitude. When did you start to believe that an opinion of strangers mattered more than my opinion? As if they know you, as if those little moments compare to how deep we are intertwined. I ask myself why you wanted to become brand new. If a you have everything you need in one person why ask for anymore? This brand new you is not the guy I feel in love with and as much as you say you know, I want to ask do you care. The transformation that you decided to make is only skin deep because these people who are attracted to you are there for your image, for your letters but not for you. When you are mad all those people are gone, talking about you and shit. But I am there helping you relax, telling you “baby, stop it”. When you get drunk and sick I am there taking your clothes off making sure your ok. None of these people know the real you though, they know the you that likes to party and dance but not the guy who would rather stay home and play video games all day, the guy that loves to eat everything for breakfast but breakfast. Seems like you don’t mind letting these people judge you by a proportion of who they think you are. Because you are being a proportion, limiting yourself to thoughts and a character that everyone wishes you were. You are becoming brand new but before any changes have accorded I have been there. Through out your changes I have been there. So I wonder if you are becoming new or if you are simply losing yourself in an image that everyone wants you to be. I want you to find your way but I want you to think with your mind, think with your heart, then develop your character.
The Girl whose heart you stole
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