I cannot begin to describe the energy it takes to pretend, every single day, that I don’t still miss you.
It has been almost four years since we have said our goodbye. Four long years. A lot has happened in that time. I’ve found a new love. Had two amazing children. Life is great. Sometimes. There are them times when I just sit here and think that life would have been like if we were still together. I think about the old times that we had and it just brings a huge smile to my face, then usually tears. I miss it. Then I come to the realization that I might just possibly still love you. Gives the reasons why I still think about you, cry over you, and some nights, even dream about you. I think I still love you. Your gorgeous eyes. Your amazing smile. Even the way you used to say my name. The way I felt every time you would just look at me. There are them days when I sit here by myself and wish you were here. With me.
Then reality sets in. That was four years ago. Maybe it is time to set you free. Let you live your life the way you had planned your life to go before you had even met me. So I am letting you go, but before I do let me tell you this.
I want you to be happy. Find the love of your life, get married, have beautiful children. I want you too to feel like there is no better feeling in the world than what you will have then. I just want you too be happy. Even if it is not with me. That is all I have ever wanted for you. So I will now say goodbye. Have a wonderful life, but still know that you will always have a special place in my heart.
Don’t know why am writing this right now maybe its cause I miss you or am still mad but how can I be mad after all the joy you had brought into my life, or maybe its cause of the last thing you did. Instead of telling me you don’t want all of this you put on a show for the whole world to see how much of a bad person you paint me to be.
The first time I chilled with you was inspirational, I met a chick who was not too forward into things, cooled up kinda lady one who would tell you straight up what it is but then you changed. I dropped my old doings just to show you how much I cared, respected and best of all loved you. I’ve been through shit times with you, I have bailed you out when you hit tough times and I was there through every way. I wanted to leave you sometimes but I realised I needed you more than you needed me.
The last stretch was the most unpleasant but you knew what family was, you kept your cousin from vulnerable exposure but what really freaked me out is when you resented your cousin even thou what she did was unexplainable. You should have been the bigger cousin and showed her the way. But you have changed so much that you think you are better and superior than anyone. I gave you the name khent cause I knew the wonders of you but you turned around and said I was the devil, the demon, the monster, the liar, the witch in your life, only to forget.
I was there Khent when you said you are left alone. I was there when you had smoking habits but today am nobody you finally got what you wanted. I should be hating you right now but am not. I forgave you for embarrassing me, for name calling and telling all those people you hardly knew of how much of an animal I was. I stood there and watched as you said all those things and tried to see if I would be broken.
You finally did break me with the photos you sent. Be a good mum to Amu, good luck on your business venture and may your studies flourish.
I mean no harm with this
God bless
Hey A…
Its been months we don’t even talk. We used to talk about everything, but right now we didn’t talk at all. I still remember the last we broke up, you sent me that long text saying that you still want to make friend with me, saying that you will always there to hear my story about life and anything. Saying that you’re sorry for hurting me. Saying that if we’re really made for each others, we will always have our way back into love again. Saying that you’re sorry for wasting my time. Saying that you love me enough to let me go. I felt so hurtful. I built everything, every dreams, with you by my side. How can I even picture someone else replacing your spot? How does it feel for you now? Cause its me, it still doesn’t fade even a bit. Just like a permanent mark. What you said. What you did. What we dreamed. What we planned. What we promised. It’s still crystal clear in my mind. I can’t even help my own self. I know this is destructive. But I don’t know what to do anymore. I need something to look forward to, just like what you used to gave me. I miss you like hell. Can’t even type, my tears are filling my eyes…
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.
Dear Stephen,
When I first met you I believed all your bullshit stories about how your ex had walked out on you with your son. I felt sorry for you and wanted to protect you and make you happy again. I thought we were just friends. Then you attempted to ‘groom’ me. Which you did rather successfully at first. Once you got what you wanted that was it. I saw the real you. I walked away from your grasp, but now you want me back in your life when it suits you. You have sex with me one night and then the next you’re chasing tail half your age! You really are a dirty old perverted man who likes little girls. What does a 48-year-old see in a 24-year-old? What can you possible have in common? Oh that’s right… I forgot… You will sleep with anything.
The terrible way you treated me isn’t the reason why I have typed this letter. I am glad we did not have an official relationship and avoided ending up with such a low life. The reason I am typing this is because of the impact you have had on my health.
You gave me, someone who already has a fatal illness, glandular fever. I ended up in hospital for 2 weeks severely ill. You never once checked to see how I was and see what you had done to my body. There I was on oxygen 24/7, being pumped full of intravenous antibiotics, having continuous fevers, affected by tremendous fatigue, unable to walk more than a few metres or eat and battling a severe bowel infection caught from the hospital that still affects me to this day, while you were on your merry way having sex with anything that moved.
It’s been three weeks since you ended it and I’m just so mad and sad and crazy about our break-up. I don’t know why because I never actually felt like we were going anywhere. That you wanted us to go anywhere. We were just coasting along and you got what you wanted out of it. But in all the time we were together you never once wanted me to meet your family or your kids. THey knew about me, but you never deemed me special enough to meet them. Or maybe you always knew you’d dump me and just didn’t want the complications if I had have met them. That realisation hurts more than actually being dumped.
It’s been a while since we’ve caught up. You’re single now. I don’t know if you have anyone new. But something has always niggled at me and I just want to apologise. I’ve always felt bad after that secret dinner we went on, two exes catching up. You ended up back at my place, despite your hesitation. I admit it, I pulled out all the stops to seduce you, and I’ll never forget your face when it was over. You were such a moral guy, and cheating wasn’t your bag. At the time I thought it was a victory for me because I was your girlfriend before she was, and she kind of took you away from me. I feel shit about it now though, and although you’ll probably never read this I’m posting it here anyway in the hope I can forgive myself.