Dear One

Sometimes relationships can be so frustrating and I feel so tempted to yell out the first thing on my mind...but I hold my breath...I bite my tongue because I have a policy of not speaking when I am angry. Words are something that I never want to have regrets over. But if I were to fume, it would probably go something like this:

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"Sometimes it is just so frustrating when you lie to me or when you don't tell me the whole truth. If I did not care about you, it would not hurt at all, but since I do...it does. I want to know you. I want to know your deepest thoughts. What scares you, what intrigues you...I want to know YOU. Why are the walls still up? Why does it feel like there is an expanse that I try to close but widens with time. You claim to be there, you claim to care...but I see us growing apart and hurts because you mean something to me."

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Sometimes (I think) relationships can be saved if only we were brave or secure enough to say what's on our minds...to say what needs to be said...to a friend, a lover or a family member. But so many times we choose to remain silent rather than to 'hurt' the other or to 'create a scene'. I say, what's wrong in creating a scene? I would rather go through life riddled with such scenes than one filled with repressed silence where everyone tip toes around landmines of secrecy and hurt. Well I tried, and with that done, there's nothing more to say but...goodnight you Princes of Maine, you Kings of New England.