Thanks for dropping off my stuff in my mailbox. To tell you the truth, seeing that you had done so made me a little sad. That stuff of mine you had, I realize, was the last tie that we had to each other. After that, all the ties between us have been severed. Just like in the Gotye song, now we both can move into that category of “somebody we used to know.”
I know I haven’t been in touch. If you want to know the truth, it was my pride that kept me from contacting you and showing you how much it hurt me when we broke up. I know we weren’t together for that long, but it happened so suddenly and when we were seemingly so happy with each other, that I was left shocked and heartbroken for weeks afterwards.
I guess it made me kind of sad that you didn’t leave any sort of note for me when you dropped off my stuff. I know you don’t owe me anything, but I guess I wanted to know that I meant something to you, because you meant something to me. The times we spent together was some of the best times I’ve had in years. Now that some time has passed since our break-up, I can look back on the nights we spent together in each others arms and the love that we made together with fondness and nostalgia. What’s most sad about all this is that something that could’ve been great was cut so tragically short.
I didn’t want the cold way that our relationship ended to be the final word. I want you to know that I think you’re beautiful, smart, sexy, and awesome and that even though it wasn’t meant to be, it was a pleasure to share some of my life’s journey with you. I meant it when I told you that I hope that you find what you’re looking for. I hope I find what I’m looking for too, and in order to do that, I need to move on from you. Me writing this letter is hopefully one of the final parts of that process.
So, good night, and good luck. So long, and thanks for all the fish.