Letter to Dear
Dear, I know you do not love me. The good thing about age is that it makes you see things clearer, able to see through the haze and the cacophony of chaos, and see the real thing. That you do not love me. Instead, what you feel is the obligation of responding to me in a romantic way, because that is what you think I need. And being the person you are, you feel you need to feel love for me because I feel love for you. That is cruel, my dear, and unless you remedy this 'disease' that you have, you will never be able to have a good and fulfilling relationship. I do not wish you harm, but you reap what you sow.
