This letter can’t help us, because there is no us, not anymore. Just saying that makes it hard to breathe. I hope you do find it in yourself to read this letter, right down to the very last word, because maybe if you remember the way things unfolded—if you see it all through my eyes—you won’t be able to hate me. You never said you hated me, but I can’t help but think maybe you do, because of what I did. What I made you believe. I had to do it, though. I had to lie because I needed you, and if you’d known the truth, you never would have set the gears in motion, wouldn’t have started something like two freight trains barreling down the tracks. The crash was inevitable, because I wasn’t who you thought I was. I’m still two years from being who you thought I was. Those falsehoods and half-truths started something that ruined you, and I know you can’t forgive me, but I want you to remember me the right way, the real way it all happened, and not the ugly way they’ll try to make it sound.
What do You think about The Truth About You & Me (2013)?
