Open Letter.

What did you mean by what you said?

Say you didn't mean it as I interpreted.

It hurts too much to think I trusted you enough to be a true friend only to be let down by my own judgment, or by the incapability of my semantic understanding.

Whatever... If you didn't like me, you should have just said so.

Was it all false pretense then?

All a ploy?

Was I just some transitional creature to be forgotten in some lone rock, buried in time?

I don't need to make my life more interesting.

It was a blessed existence as it was.

I don't need a judge that rules by fire.

I need a friend.

You are a friend, right?

Please say you are.

There... that's real. The desperation is real.

All you needed to do was talk about your day and smile... and all the fears and loneliness would have faded away, with my knowing that there was someone there who still cared enough to share. You didn't need to know about how broken I am, or how much despair at loss had taken me over.

I just wanted to know you cared enough to share.

All I asked was that you share what you felt was excess of the soul.

Any indication of opening up would have been a dream come true.

whatever. There goes a huge chunk I, in hope, held on to.