[ WP ] Write the most angry , vitriolic thing you have ever written . Make it a love letter .

Elizabeth, 
 
 It's taken me awhile to sit down and write this letter. I kept trying to find ways to distract myself from it, to try to stay busy, but it's no use. I guess I'm still in denial, and thought that if I waited long enough I'd just come back from classes one day and see a message from you on my phone. But now I've finally realized that I may never speak to you again, so I just wanted to put some things down for the record. 
 
 First of all, you should know that you can do whatever you want with this letter - write back, keep it, tear it up, burn it, whatever. This letter is for you as much as it's for me, and so it up to you to decide what to do with it. 
 
 I guess I'll start with the thing that I never had the guts to say in person: I love you, Elizabeth. I never had any doubt, from the moment I met you. But for some reason, no matter how sure I was that you were the one, you never seemed to have more than a timid interest in me. 
 
 How is it that you could n't see? We were perfect together. Everything was completely comfortable, 100 % natural. I never felt like I had to lie to impress you. I knew that if I could just show you how perfect we were, everything would be golden. But somehow, that never happened. 
 
 I thought that maybe you were to good for me. Your purity, your beauty, your faith. As I was, I was tainting you every time we touched. I had to change, had to make myself into a better man, one worthy of you. I tried, I really did. I went to church, I volunteered, I gave to charity, I even prayed to a God I had n't believed in since I was a little kid. But it was only lip service. 
 
 I knew I could n't be like that. The harder I tried, more of a liar I felt I became. Each sermon in church was like a knife in my ears - there would be people around me, so happy and certain in their faith, while I sat and cringed at verses the priest delivered. But I would still knee at the altar, still say the words. I had to, for you, Elizabeth. But it never worked. I never changed. 
 
 It began to spiral out of control. I would wait eagerly to finish my classes just to hear your voice over the phone, and for those moments I was happy, but as soon as I hung up, the self-loathing return. Each day I began to hate myself a little more. I was liar and thief, trying to lie to God and trying to lie to you. I was trying to steal you away from your damn parents, away from those pious guardians who sealed you away so jealously. 
 
 You made me hate myself so much, I considered suicide. More than once. I never got close, no, but still, the thoughts were there. They'd come with the shame I felt whenever I thought of you. And eventually I realized - it was n't my fault, it was yours. 
 
 It was your fault, alright. I knew it as sure I had been sure that we were soul mates. You self-righteous snobbery, that endless piety, that naïve innocence... you drove me away. And just like I hate myself, I hate you too. 
 
 But God dammit, I still love you. I still dream of you at night. 
 
 So kindly get yourself out of my head. I have better things to do than get judging by a arrogant little virgin, no matter how beautiful she is. 
 
 Forever yours ( unfortunately ), 
 
 Ryan
