Writing letters to people but never sending them is

one

big

fat

contradiction. 

It’s the most relieving thing in the world, but it’s equally as painful because you know the other person will never read it.

Which is perfect, but awful at the same time.

Because a part of you wants them to know whatever the letter says, but then the other part is keeping it tucked away because it’s easier like that. 

Wahhhh.