Do you making the bright, beautiful sunshine of the world fad away to gray? Do you enjoy making turning the tears of joy from their hard-earned happiness into rivers upon rivers of tears of sorrow? Do you enjoy watching these friends of mine just hate themselves and dig themselves into a pit of unbreakable sorrow?

Did you know that you are tainting the hearts of people who deserve nothing less but kindness, respect, and love?

Why must you stab them straight in the heart with your words and actions? Why do you have to make them start hating their qualities that make them feel special? I’ve seen some of the best people in the world, the ones who I have seen turn disasters into miracles, break because of you all. You all act like those kids in daycare who everyone, even the teachers, despises. I

am talking about the ones who would pull on the pigtails of the quiet girl just to hear her cry or smear globs of brown paint all over the firetruck another child painted so carefully, and claim that they didn’t do anything; the other child was asking for it. Don’t you realize how ridiculous that sounds?

These friends of mine are the ones who do good in this world.

They are the ones who cheer people up just by being present in the lives of others; just being in the same room as them makes all the scary monsters of the world crawl back under their beds. They are the ones who bring their own special talents into each task they take on, making life’s challenges far more pleasant. These friends are the ones who make me laugh, make me happy, and help me see the bright side of everything.

That being said, do you know how hard it is to rebuild someone so great and pure? Someone that amazing who has their heart torn apart can’t just “get over it.” They slowly de-combust, losing everything about them that makes them feel special.

Gone is their spontaneous personality because you told them that they were too out there. Gone is their natural sense of humor, as you told them that they will never be funny. Gone is their natural love and compassion for the people around them, as you taught them that caring for loved ones is trivial and unimportant. Lastly gone is their voice, as your constant pleads for them to shut up finally worked.

These sorts of qualities can’t be rebuilt overnight, or over the course of a couple of days.

These parts of them take years to rebuild, and sometimes, they never fully heal.

I, as a good friend, can try to help all I can. I can be there for them like you never were, telling them how special they are and how your words don’t really matter. However, will you ever really understand how hard it is to watch someone you care about so much, the people that you trust with your heart and soul, the people who are your rocks, explode? It’s a big stab in the chest, a wound that you will never be capable of feeling.

Next time, before you ruin the heart and soul of yet another special person, look at yourself in the mirror. How do you really feel? Can you accept yourself as a murderer of one’s soul- the part of someone that keeps them alive mentally?

Sincerely,

Someone Who Knows What Love Actually Is