DEAR HEATHER

Every Tom, Dick, and Harry I know on here is writing to you, and though I don’t know why I have decided to do so too. I have read some of the letters written to you and in all conscience, there are great writers on vocal. You ought to be gratified, and most of all should be feeling exceptional because I think you are a muse that makes great minds just want to write. Upon waking up today I felt the urge to talk to someone unknown. And I suddenly remembered you and a thought crossed my mind. This is me trying…

What I’m about to share with you is a heartbreaking story that needs to be off my chest. Heather, I am a broken woman who goes to bed every day heavily burdened. I die every night and rise every morning. I am in a dark world that barely knows the comfort of light in it. I love love (if this makes any sense at all), and poignantly the people I have shown this love to never seem to appreciate it. It’s like my words fall on deaf ears, my actions are received by the wrong people.

Is it true that the right person will find you?

Well, I hope so because I am worn out already. I have tried with zeal to use love as my drug but to no avail. What is it that people want? How deeply should one love the other so as to be accepted? How does someone prove their worth? (If love is worth proving at all)

My heart aches, I’m in turmoil trying to figure things out.

I am not looking for love anymore but preparing for it.

Was it bad for me to openly express how he made me feel all this while?

I may have said something that felt offensive at that moment, but how fast he reacted puzzled me. I said sorry for the offense even when I couldn’t figure out what wrong I had committed.

I don’t like feeling this way,

I don’t want to get anxious because of someone.

I don’t want to justify myself to anyone.

It has taken me a long time to find peace,

To find self-love,

To know my worth,

To let love in despite being wounded.

What about Heather? Why are you loved so much? What’s the mystery? Why are people writing to you?

Can someone, anybody explain?