Dear Ana, 

as you know: our paths have separated again and again in the past. And I still remember how I melted away in jealousy when I saw you being with others.
At the same time, I felt sorry for those with whom you spent your time with. Faces that manifested my own pain in such a grotesque way. 

I started to see you behind everyone and everything. 

The fear of losing others to you drove me literally insane. Because you entice with many promises. And unfortunately you also have a lot to offer. Only that the things you offer are always pitch black at second glance. 

One day I finally confided in a classmate. A very slim girl with smooth skin and faithful eyes. I told her about the things you do to me. I told her how much it hurt.
It was a particularly warm day and we went to town with the class to get us ice cream. Of course I had refused to get some.
Because you stood behind me as always, and pressed your fingernails deep into the flesh of my arm. 

"Don't." 

I will always remember. How you sound and how your presence feels. That sentence anyway. Some days it still echoes through my thoughts, turning them ash gray. Then I need to take a deep breath, and remember myself that you and everything you told me is a limpid lie. 

Sometimes it works out.
Sometimes it doesn't.

I had long forgotten how to make people around me understand how vulnerable I was. Perhaps that's why my narrations failed so often to have an effect.
Many fall in love with your smile after getting to know you and make the mistake to shake your hand you offer them with false kindness. 

Every time that happened a storm broke out in me.
I was jealous. I was disappointed. I was worried. 

After all, I had known you for a long time and knew very well that your willingness to help was more than a simple fraud.
You are a parasite that means death in the end actually.
And one of your greatest passions is probably to abuse the trust of others. 

I didn't want to admit that not only you were bad at sharing. This vice can be attached to me as well. I wanted to be your one and only.

 But for you there will never be only one. 

You always need and want more than anyone else. You're always hungry. And you know what? I'm not willing to feed you anymore. 

This is the third letter to you. And it won't be the last. Because now I will tell and you will listen to me closely. 

Greetings 

Face