Dear Marley St. James,
I never asked you if you were happy.
You must be now that I am not with her.
But I am happy that you're not with her either. You didn't deserve her.
Not saying I did either.
She should have never met us. We destroyed her. You destroyed her.
More than I ever did.
Remember the time you left her waiting in the rain for you for three hours because you were too afraid to tell Bonnie that you didn't want to be with her. I stayed with her for that last hour she was waiting for you until I finally convinced her to get out of that rain because you weren't coming out anytime soon. You were too busy fucking Bonnie. You came home flushed, hair disheveled from Bonnie's aggressive tugging, tired and on the biggest high I've ever seen on your face.
I'm happy she didn't see that. It would have destroyed her like it did me.
But of course you didn't care or really notice.
You were right about on thing though, Bonnie is one hell of a lay.
Love,
R.D.
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Dear Marley St. James, I Hate You
Short StoryLetters to the beautiful, magnificent, smart, cold and deadly Marlen Judith St. James. Who deserves every word said in these letters. ☁︎ {Finished 03/15/2016}.
