Dear B,

 Silly me, I forgot that you told me how old you were. Although, you have to give me credit since that was a month ago since you had told me.

My pure heart couldn’t take the pain of lying to you anymore, you are indeed plain Benjamin.

I’m sorry this is short but I’m running late for something and I’m in a hurry.

My dear Benjamin, before I go I must inform you are a very clear man (As I have gathered) but there is one thing you will never learn to do – fixing my heart.

I actually sit at home and sometimes fool myself into thinking you can but at the end of the day, I know you wouldn’t be able to.

And to be honest, I hate knowing that, I really do.

 Love,

 E