Dear Future Minister of Finance,

Cromacom

Silly boy, are you avoiding me? I can take a rejection you know. It only took a moment to turn around and wipe my stupid heart clean of all its inane labellings. It belongs to me as it always have been.

Here’s the truth: you’ve seen me at my weakest but you haven’t seen all of me. I thought you’d know better than most about the things that could break me. They’re very few. A rejection, my dear, isn’t one of them. Really, it’s one of the rarer things that makes me resilient. But at this point silence is hurting more than any word that you can say to me. I don’t understand why you are keeping quiet.

You could even say that what I said were unfair to you with the circumstances. If I could I’d find another language to articulate all of this better because it seems like so much is lost in translation.

You see, I thought you had the decency to say something more than just “I see”. I assumed you had more grace than to leave with silence. So let’s say we’re both wrong about many things. If friendship is what you want, then of course I’ll stick around. I still care about you, probably more than I should right now. That can change. But what am I supposed to do with silence? So stop being a jerk and say hello.

I am still your friend, idiot. (=

With (friendly, platonic, asexual and sisterly) love,

Elle <3
Future Minister of Public Health