Letter to Love

Dear Love,

I know it may seem very awkward for me to be writing such a letter to you, but I only wanted to make a few things clear between us.

I admire your work, honestly I do; however it does seem to me that you may be losing your touch, dear friend. In the past, when I knew you so well, you were very careful in decision making but now your choices seem to be taken lightly, which leads your victims to me.

Let me enlighten you on the subject with a little example of your most common victims who end up with me: female adolescents. You blind them so artistically, they believe they can do anything- fly even. But they end up falling into my pit. My beautiful abode. You make them love male adolescents who do not love them back. Thus, and I must say it is a little extreme, they turn to me. Take your time with them- they’re still very young (and very weak) when it comes to this sort of emotional rollercoaster. So they take drastic measures. Besides, today, with all their new scientific discoveries, it is so much easier to get to me, so make sure you keep them away. My dwelling is only in case of emergencies.

It’s just a word of advice, dear friend. I plead you to take it because I am very busy here with human beings facing more important issues such as mental problems, family problems, criminal minds, and unwanted pregnancies so I do not have the time and patience to attend to mere mortals with ‘heart issues’.

Lastly, remember to touch up on a few areas of your so-called ‘specialty’ to avoid a population increase at my front door. I’m not always fond of visitors because instead of getting it over and done with, they end up crying in regret and can’t make their minds up. I don’t have time for that, and you’ve guessed that I’m quite hostile.

Yours carefully,

Suicide.