"Dear Beloved,
I'd love you so much better if it was a little bit more of the year that I could have with you and it breaks my heart to say that it isn't enough, but you broke my heart very early, and I feel in my heart that I deserve more than you can offer me. Pretty gems and money may mean love to the next girl over, but I want love, real love, not money. So this is why I leave you, you can't stay at your own home for even a week, yet you ask me why I pull back when you kiss me.I haven't seen you in weeks, of course I am leaving! You blinded me with your beauty and promise of wealth and love, but you forgot your promise of love and that is why you will find all of your many expensive little gifts ,burnt.You could have stayed home but you don't care about a home, you just care about your oh so precious reputation, money and sêx. You are a adolescent in a world of adults. A mere mirage of the man I feel in love with.
This.. Is why I leave you here.
With Sorrow,
Alessandra
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My Dear Husband
RandomShe loved him too much He was amazing and terrible - This story is the unsent letters of a woman who had her heart shattered too silently to notice
