Dear Wendolyne,

Is it possible to die from love? I think I'm dying slowly because of you. Its the fact that I can't have you, and it kills me. It kills me.

You have someone else, someone you love, while all I can do is love you in silence. And its that silence which I ask in desperate pleas to speak of you to me.

It was inevitable, Wendolyne.

Falling in love with you was something I couldn't stop. And I tried. Trust me, I tried.

I know well I shouldn't love you the way I do. I shouldn't think of you the way I do. I shouldn't dream of you like I do, picturing you in my arms. Picturing your sweet lips on mine, the warmth of your skin under my touch, your voice saying my name. These are things that will never be.

You are with him.

Gabriel. My team mate, my best friend.

The one who made me feel at home when I was a new comer in a foreign country. The one who welcomed me into his home with open arms and offered me his friendship and support. He knew better than anyone how it felt to be a man on foreign land.

And that must have been his mistake.

Either meeting me, or introducing me to you, Wendolyne.

Because anyone who knows you can't help but love you.

Sincerely, Julio.

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here is another update for this very short story. thank you all soooo much for reading and supporting. it really means so much to me.

-clary xx