September 9, 2013
I guess this is the last one I will ever write to you. You've never seen them and probably never will but these letters, notes, whatever you want to call them. These things I write about us, this is the last one. I'll never get to write you another one of these again becasue right here, right now, we're done. You knew it before I did, that we were over. You were the one who said it was. That's what confuses me. You see, one day you tell me you love me and the next thing I know you say we should breakup. Sudden and shock causing. Still there's a little bit of hope this can be fixed. I don't want it though. I don't want that bit of hope. I'm tired of this tornado, I'm tired of the confusion, I'm so very tired of being treated like I'm worthless, replacable, unimportant. I'm done with all of that. I don't deserve better, no, I need better. I need someone who not only makes me feel beautiful and confident like you did, but someone who treats me like I'm something special, like I'm worth more than my appearance. Someone who I'm not their second or third choice, I'm not seen as a sex object, I'm not just some slut. I'm seen as a person with feeling and emotions and problems. That's what I want. Someone who treats me well, sees me as a person, and gives a damn about me and how I feel. That's what I want and you're not even close.
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The Story of What Came to Be Known as Love
RomanceThis is the absolutely true story of how I fell in love. From the start to now, it's all here. Feel free to leave comments. I love getting any kind of feedback. Thank you for reading! (Note that names and dates have been slightly altered.)
