To: T. From:Myself
Sent.
The only time you denounced your love for me was when your hands caressed my upper thigh, but my naiveness allowed me to continue to let you use me.
I mistook your lust for love.
Your words were just as alluring as your touch was; it was a line of mellifluous music flowing into my heart while your hands flew into me. After being physically used and emotionally drained, I acknowledged the root of the problem.
It's me. I let you do this to me, and now it will cease. I will no longer allow you to love my body and not my brain.
Thank you for the lesson you taught me, but your services are no longer needed.
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