Thank you for your most recent correspondence.
I appreciate the time you’ve taken to get in touch and express your emotions, by way of the pen.
I’m doing well since we parted ways. I’m progressing nicely through brighter days.
I’ve missed you at night when we used to talk, cry and sing. I’ve missed our connection, built from deep within.
But let’s not forget your actions, the role you played in this. Let’s pay homage to your actions and how that night, was our very last kiss.
I’m not here to make you feel good about yourself, that responsibility lays with you. I’m not here to massage your consciousness when you hurt me that pain cut through. Remember, you decided to do what you did and you enjoyed your life for a minute thereafter. My name isn’t Dr Unique, I’m not your therapist or your point of laughter.
Thank you, Ex-Boyfriend! For doing what you do best – you were weak as fuck when we met and today you’ve since regressed.
I miss your lips.
I miss making love.
I miss playing with you and more than the above.
The notion that we dated will be forgotten over time. The fact that I once blessed you with love, will remain your biggest regret, not mine.
Rest in peace to every moment we created, the second I realised you’re fake! I eliminated memories backdated.
Faded is your new label.
Faded is your mouth sucking my nipples.
Faded is your access to my life.
Ex-Boyfriend, one thing I must include…having two was too much, excluding number one was awfully rude.
No, I do not wish you well.
I do not wish you good health.
I do not wish you a happy future.
I affirm all the above upon myself.
I hope your soul burns eternally while your heartbeats in this life.
I hope your soul continues to burn through, long after the moment you die.
Love in abundance,