Loveletter

Dear You.

Do not show this letter to anyone.
Scratch that.
Burn this letter after you read it.
Scratch that too.
Burn this letter before reading it.

I’m pouring my heart out, because I don’t want it anymore.
Here it comes:

It takes a man to kill a man.
A thief to catch a thief.
It takes an idiot to love you.
Guess that’s why you’re so popular in this place.

Because Yin hates Yang.
Yin would much rather hang out with another Yin.
She knows they would never be able to connect, like she and Yang can do.
A relationship doomed from the very start.
A love that would be nothing but a wild dance on a sinking ship.
That turns Yin on.
Not that boring old-fashioned waltzing harmony that Yang could offer.
Yin hates Yang.
Don’t we all?

Am I like you, an idiot?
Not once have I acted irrationally.
I never touched, and never got stung.
Never tasted, never woke up in a pool of my own vomit.
Never asked, never heard the word ‘no’.
Not once.
So yes, I am truly and honestly an idiot.

But do I love you?
No.
Does Yin love Yin?
No.
Does anybody love anybody?
Yes.
Everyone loves themselves.
Myself especially.
And I see myself in you.
I am in love with my reflection, but it is the mirror that I kiss.
You are my mirror.
You idiot.