Jaspar One-Shots

Breakups and Makeups

Prompt:Joe is tired of what Caspar has been doing and writes him a letter.

Words: 1500+

Dear Caspar

Wow okay. I don't know how to actually start this. I mean how could you start something like this? You can't really. So I guess that's how I'll start with the question. Why?

I don't know when you will be home, if your even be home tonight. That's the thing Caspar, I worry about you! You come home stumbling in the door. It's not like it use to be is it? Like how If you would be out later you would tell me. Or how you made sure to be home at 9 so we could watch our favorite show together. Slowly you stopped coming home at night but you would still text me to know you were alright. Then that's slowly faded to. I was left with a guessing game of when you would be home.

Remember when we use to cuddle and just talk. Talk about everything! I didn't need sex in this relationship. All I needed was to be close to you. When your were home we never talked in less it was fighting or small talk. Do you even know what my favorite song is at the moment? You would've a couple mouths ago.

I don't know how long this has been going on. But I know it's gone on long enough. Caspar you scare me when you come home! Do you know I sit in my room when your sleeping or gone crying. That's what I call it now "my room" it's not longer ours. You don't even come in anymore. I know the Caspar I knew months ago would have been there to comfort me. But why would I need comforting if this never happened.

The last time we went out and did something had to be at least a month ago. Even then your weren't paying attention to me. You would be paying attention to everyone else. Who in your terms would be "hot".

I guess the reason I waited so long to write this was because I was hoping you would come home at night. Say that whatever this is, is all over. That it was just a test and we passed. That we could go downstairs and we could talk and cuddle and steal kisses.

That never happened. And it's never going to happen either is it? Have you heard the phase if you love it let it go. Well I love you so I'm letting you go.

I took all my things so don't worry about that. I know when you get home I won't be there. Then again do you consider this "home" anymore. I use to but know I'm rethinking it.

This is goodbye. Not a see you soon or talk to you later. This is a goodbye Caspar! You can probably see the tears stains and smudges on the paper, but that's not keeping me from writing the next sentence.

I write one of these every night you don't come home. There's at least a dozen if not more of these. There in a box under the bed.

This one is the one though. The one I will lay on your pillow. The one I will kiss one final time. I wish it was you I was kissing.

I don't know if I'll ever love again like I loved you or if I might find someone knew. I don't know how you going to react. My best bet is your be mad. You'll think this is unfair.

I'm so sorry Caspar. Just know I'm doing this for our own good. I'm doing this for you. It hurts like hell right now and your not here to comfort me like you use to be.

I only hope I didn't waist all your time. Or if there is someone else that your happy. That's what you deserve.

Here's some things I always wanted to tell you.

I wanted to ask for your hand in marriage. I wanted to see the happy tears fall from those beautiful blue eyes. I wanted to hear a yes. I wanted everyone congratulating us.

I wanted to be able to say I do. I wanted to finally tie the last knot of our story of individual. Only to start a new one of one.

I wanted to be able to cook you breakfast in bed on your days off.