Letters From a Lover | ✓

no. 2

Dear Preston,

Here's something else ironic— you were the one who ended what we had because you didn't want to get hurt by the miles that separate us, but you're clearly hurting now. If we put in our time and effort, we probably wouldn't have so much heartache. I won't hold it against you, though. Just kidding, of course I will.

I'll admit that I was surprised that I received a letter in the mail from you. I thought that I would never hear from you again. And a letter, really? Who even writes anymore? In case you didn't know, e-mail exists, as well as social media.

Yeah, yeah, that's great Mr. I'm-On-YouTube-And-I'm-Famous, I care very greatly about your career and job.  Making videos for people to watch on the internet is definitely a real job and provides stable income.

You still know me too well. I'm not sure why I'm wasting my time responding to you. To be honest, I don't even know why you considered talking to me. Or writing. Or whatever this is considered.

I'm happy here. I have my friends, my job, and my freedom; that's all that I need. And no offense, but you were kind of holding me back. You even said so yourself indirectly.

Anyways, I am going to the concert you mentioned, just in New York instead of Texas. As far as dancing goes, I probably have progressively gotten clumsier.

"I Write Sins, Not Tragedies" will always be our song though, even if we've broken up like this. I wasn't a huge fan particularly of the song itself either. It doesn't matter. Turns out our bond was something neither of us really could stand. Interesting how things turn out.

I met someone special here. His name is Jason. He makes me happy and I think I'm in love with him. So you can take your so-called "love" and shove it up your ass.

We were never happy together. Our relationship was based off of everyone else. For some reason, everyone thought that we would be perfect together. You probably asked me out for the attention and the popularity. I accepted because I was delusional and thought that we belonged together. We obviously don't because you're begging for forgiveness and trying to dig yourself out of the grave you made.

I wanted to make you happy. I stupidly thought I loved you, but you crushed me when you said we should broke up with me. I pretended it was fine, but it killed me inside. That's when I realized that I was still young, too young to settle so I began pursuing my dream. And I did.

So thank you for dumping my past naive self. You showed me that there's more to life than guys and dating and you let me free. Even though I'm giving you all of this shit for you messing up, I secretly am thankful that you did.

From,
Marie