Dear you;

It makes me mad that you don’t appreciate it. I don’t understand how you don’t understand it. This thing that is such an important part of my life and you don’t see any value in it. How is that possible? I know it’s wrong but I don’t see you the same way anymore. A cloud is covering part of your light. The words change my world. And you brush them off. The pictures make me believe and you see them as immature. It’s special. They are special. They are my everything and they are your nothing. It is painful for me to know that you see it as useless. Not that your opinion is that special, I just thought we had a certain type of bond over these things. I was wrong. You see the value in the things you like. And that is it. You shut yourself off from anything you don’t agree with or don’t understand. You don’t take the time to try and see things. And that is exactly what this is, a new way to see the world. So I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you don’t care. But don’t judge me for finding beauty and truth and peace and happiness in such simple words.
Sincerely Me.