Dear stranger,
I
want to be interested. I want romance. I want care and love, not just a passive
look. I want to look into eyes that want to know what I’m thinking, into eyes
that make me want to smile and blush. I want the truth; sincerity. I want to
hear about what happened today with no exceptions; no editing. I want to be
held as if I matter. I want to be interesting enough to be paid attention to. I
want hot sizzling sex that tells me there is some love in there. I want to be able
to watch you hug someone and not feel a single bit of jealousy because I know I
get a much better hug. I want to be that person you call with a big smile on
your face. I want to be your princess; what makes your day brighter. I want to
be your peace.
I
don’t get half of this now and I know you would say it’s my fault; that I
ruined it, that it was all there in the beginning and I made you lose it but
then no one ever loses love or affection or care. Yes at some point I might
have lost it myself but one always gets it back if one ever cared enough. When
you apologized, I was always expected to forgive and wipe the slate and over
and over I did but now that I have to apologize (and I have) it seems to me
like you just nod your head and say you agree but you don’t truly forgive. It’s
locked up in there, all that malice and I don’t think there is anything I can
do to change it; you already made up your mind.
The
question now is if I have to take it; take being a confortable existence in the
life that is totally functional without my presence. Do I have to accept my
fate and carry this burden all my life because you believe you are doing right
by yourself? The answer is NO. Like you, I have needs and like you, I have to
satisfy them. Some people (females mostly) would try to feel satisfied and take
what they get (making lemonades out of lemons). I, on the other hand, would go
after the orange juice. I never thought I could settle for less. Usually I make
what I have into the best and if it is not working, I go out there to find
exactly what I need. The universe was made to provide for us; if you look hard
enough you would find what you are looking for. I guess what I am trying to say
is, I’ll be leaving soon.
Yours apologetically,
Your soon to be ex.
