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

Supernova, 
 
 I fell in love with you when I was twelve years old. I should n't have, oh god, I should n't have. You were my `` best friend'' then, and like every other girl with a male best friend, I fell in love with you. How fucking cliché. 
 
 First, I fell in love with the way you laughed. I remember us standing by trees with no leaves and I knew that you had the ether bottled up in your laughter that could bring them back. It's abrupt, like everything else about you, yet the most beautiful explosion I have ever heard. I then fell in love with your smile. Your fucking buckteeth and all..the way your lips crinkled at the edges when you glanced at me and my stomach went asdfghjkl; 
 
 And do n't even get me started about your hair. Your curls enrapture me and ensnare me into never letting go. Then again, do I want to? 
 
 I ca n't tell you exactly when I knew I wanted, no needed, you as my own. I tried to move on, believe me, I did. I hated you. I still hate you, albeit differently. Until the day we became a couple, I was led to believe nothing would ever grow between us. We were still best friends. Fifteen and best friends. Best friends that happened to kiss and talk until three in the morning about everything and nothing at all. 
 
 High school was a blur. Sure, it has only been roughly three years ago, but I'll be damned if those years did not fly by. I was happy... for the most part. You were mine and I had a reason to sing. That's all I have ever wanted to do, anyway. Sing to you. I still do every night. 
 
 I know you do not deserve my song, though. Most of the time, at least. Listen, I know the truth. You can venomously deny it all you want, but I know. I know how you were texting her New Years Eve while I sat alone inside. I know how you kissed her. I know how you fucked her on your birthday after you *made love to me* hours before, leaving me crying at your abrupt departure. Abrupt is n't always beautiful, is it? 
 
 She was n't even attractive. I think that's what hurt the most, as fucked up as it is to admit. People came up to me, and in sad, pitiful voices said, `` You are so much more beautiful than she is. I just do n't understand.'' You know what? Neither did I. Why would you want to throw away what we had? I gave you everything. I tried my hardest to hang the sun, moon, and stars for you. It was you hanging me, though. I was your puppet on a string. 
 
 I hate how fucking weak I am. Pathetic, really. People talk of how rigid I am, how gracious and strong, but they do n't know that I act offstage as well. 
 
 I hate how I took you back after just a week's separation. I should have left you with my name etched on your goddamn heart a long time ago. They may have burned down the decrepit house where we kissed and fooled around and carved our initials into the wood, but they will never grasp your heart. Only I can do that. I know how you think of me and you always will. Every day... because I am always beside you. 
 
 We're fine now. Perfect, actually. You have given me more than I could ever want. Funny how seven years later, we are coming full circle. You're my best friend and I'm falling in love with you more and more each day. You fill my lungs and heart with some sort of concoction that I ca n't quite name. It is n't love, no, it's something much stronger even though I love you down to my marrow and bone. I think it's fear. 
 
 I'm afraid you will explode, Supernova. Explode into something that I have no control over. Not right now, and not in the near future, either. But one day, will you explode and leave me without the stellar beauty I have found within you? 
 
 We're star-crossed lovers, you and I. And I'll be damned if I do n't hate you for that. 
 
 
 
 

