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Dear Ex-Boyfriend,
I admit, I’ve done you wrong. Made promises that I couldn’t keep. Created dreams that I destroyed. You have to believe I did it for our own good. I’m destroying myself from the inside out and until I learn to love myself, I cannot love anyone else. I have to learn to heal, and until then, I can’t pretend to love anyone else. I’m sorry, darling. I wish I could say that someday things will be different between us, but I am certain our time together is done. I have marred our beautiful friendship with the marks of hope and then the horrible rips of betrayal. I sincerely hope you’ve found someone better because you deserve more than scraps of a heart and soul. Maybe, later down the road, we’ll meet and you’ll be happy with a new life and a woman that loves you like you deserve to be loved. Maybe, then, I’ll finally forgive myself.
Love,
Me.
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Hi Love
I’m so sorry for breaking your heart, I’m so so so very sorry. I’m sorry for that last day, for looking into your eyes and say “at least I didn’t lie.” I’m sorry for kissing you and then let you run away from me. I’m sorry for that I took something you more than willingly would have given to me, sorry for being such an fuck-up.
I still love you, more than anybody else, just not in the same way that you love me. You’ll make this. I know it.
Sincerely, Anna.
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Dear ex-boyfriend,
You helped my figure out I was a lesbian, Thanks.
Never again,
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Dear Ex-friend
… I don’t really know what to say honestly.
I just don’t like how saw me as a property to own.
Freshmen year, yes, I love everything, our reunion, the new memories! Thank you for those.
Sophomore year, I’ve become more committed to the team I joined and it took over my life and got me busy because of practice 24/7, but you couldn’t understand it. You claimed that I didn’t wanna hang out with you, but in all honesty, that one day where I didn’t have to go to practice and I went to you, you completely ignore me or made me feel left out, then next you start claiming that my other friend took me from you? What am I? a property? I’m not yours to keep, I have different friends too, and you’re not the only one.
maybe that’s why I drifted from you. You wanted my presence there by your side, always. I can’t guarantee that I can, but you know I always cared for you, but no. Just because I hang out with different people, that I have a complete different life than yours and we don’t always see each other, you assume that I don’t care already, that I’m not your friend or so.
Bullshit.
that’s why I feel like it’s better to not just talk to you anymore. Don’t think that you’re the only one hurting, but so am I.
I just wish you could’ve understood more and know that not everyone has to like and see the same point of view as you do.
sincerely,
me.
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Dear ex-Boyfriend,
I found someone new. Even if nothing happens between him and I, it was still what I needed to move on. I miss you, but I don’t want you back.
Sincerely,
Me.
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Dear Ex-boyfriend
I saw you running, I heard you finally passed the ASVAB. Cool. Have fun!
sincerely,
your ex.
PS: you’ve gotten faaaaaaatttt.
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Dear M
I wish you could see who I’ve turned out to be. I’m not all the way better (I think I might have to have someone else’s help for that), but I’m on my way. The things you did to me will always stay with me. You made me feel absolutely worthless. All the things I hate about myself today have roots in your words and actions.
Of course, you’d probably scoff and tell me that you didn’t do anything wrong, like the narcissistic whiny bitch that you are. I suppose I can’t give you all the credit, though. There was B as well, but that’s another story. One you already knew and liked to use against me.
At least I was smart enough to stop seeing you. It was one of the smartest decisions of my life.
Sincerely hoping you learn to grow the fuck up,
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Dear You,
I thought this would never happen to us, but it seems like everything has fallen to pieces and there’s no way of fixing what we used to be. Like the supernatural peeps in my favourite novel, you’ve become my anathema. I can’t hear your name or see your face or go to the mall or even go to the high school that I graduated from anymore without being scared that I’ll run into you. There’s just so much hatred for you right now, and that’s not it. I just think of you, and how we used to be together, and I feel disgusted.
I’m not trying to be hurtful, but that’s just how it is. I can’t even remember what attracted me to you in the first place, because when I normally look at a person, I can pick out aspects of them that I like. I’m incredibly shallow when it comes to dating others, or even just being romantically involved with them, and you just weren’t my type. I like large noses, dark hair, height and the fact that my significant other is just as slender as I am, if not even more so. You darling, you just never fit the bill.
Please accept that I can’t have you around me anymore because it physically hurts me and please promise not to pick up your sister from my work anymore. Please accept that I’ve been broken long before I met you and that it isn’t anything personal and please promise to stop asking my employees about me.
Yours truly,Me.
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Dear D,
I am going to write a letter to you, because someone made me believe that it’ll make me feel better. I don’t think so, and I don’t even think that I’ll finish it, however I am going to try and check it out, who knows maybe I am very gifted, and this will turn out to be an fabulous bestseller, that will make me rich and famous. So you better be good, go around make out with as many chicks as you can, break their hearts, after that they’ll buy my book, and I’ll buy myself a villa!
Not to be mean, but to be honest, you are so very stupid… really. You love yourself so much, it is actually amazing, you think that you are the best man ever born, a gift from God to the human kind, you are always right, you always know better, and you are just too good to be true. And even though you love yourself, you for some reason lie like mad, make up stories, tell things just so that you can observe people’s reaction. What is the point, to try to manipulate and experiment with people’s emotions, we are not your toys, and nobody wants to play your games. I know that before going out, you always put folded clothes on your bed, because this way the poor sweet innocent girl that will eventually come back home with you, will think of you as a sweet delicate flower that had no intensions to fuck anybody tonight… of course not. Even the most of the stories that you told me about your past, I don’t know in which to believe, I want to, but sometimes I really have to force myself to do so. There are so many wonderful things about you, that a person can truly and deeply love and admire, but you just ruin everything with your stupid lies, at which you are really not that good, by the way. However, your arrogance is the thing that bothers me the most, I hate it, and I hate you for that as well, it makes me sick, I sometimes just want to… nevermind…. To be honest, most of all I hate myself, because I know all those things about you, and I still do love you more than anybody else.
I always found you interesting, ever since I met you, you were intriguing me. My opinion about people is not based on their actions, or their attitude towards me, the only thing that matters is the emotion that they give me, this is why I wanted to get to know you better, so that I could understand what is so special, what is that made me interested in you, and I came to the conclusion that it is probably because you are mad. I mean it in a loving, caring, deeply respectful way, and I am sure that you know it yourself and you cannot deny it. But I like that about you, I like that you are different; sometimes in a scary way, sometimes in a stupid way, and sometimes in your beautiful splendid manner. I love that you always have your opinion about everything, even though I don’t really agree with you most of the times. I love when you talk about the people who matter to you, like your parents, your sister, your niece, your friends, and even ex girlfriends. I love when you do your things, when you are so concentrated that you can barely see the world around you. I love that you are talented, it is wonderful that you are capable of creating something that beautiful, this is why I choose to think that you are beautiful on the inside, and I also choose to think that you are good and kind, even thought the people around always try to convince me in the opposite, and some of your actions also don’t really work in your advantage… however, I do have a good feeling about you, and that’s it.
There is no point to go over our history, to write about our arguments, you did hurt me many times, you don’t even know how much. But I also have done some wrong things, I admit. The reason for that is that is that at some point I was just trying to get any emotion out of you, anything will work, love, hate, compassion, irritation, anything but indifference. And here we finally arrived at the reason why nothing happened between us – indifference. Sometimes, usually on the mornings, I think of you as a good friend, sometimes I love you, sometimes you inspire me, sometimes I see you as my guru, sometimes you annoy me, sometimes I am mad at you, sometimes I hate you, sometimes I just want to fuck you, sometimes I think you are insane, but the point is that I always feel something for you… and you, as you said, and also as you behavior showed, you just do not care. I do need to feel you close, and in order to do it I need to feel some emotion coming from you, but there is none. You treated me wrong, I also made some wrong moves but the problem is that you just do not care… and this is the worst, because anything else I can fix, but I can’t make you feel… no.
It has been over two months now and I still don’t feel like meeting you, I am actually happy that I did not have to see you in order to get my stuff back, and at the same time I am sorry that you did not want to meet me, because you were busy, and you did not care, as usual. Maybe I will never see you again, only if some day a miracle will happen, and you will search for me. I am not going to do anything to get you, especially since you are now in love with that Italian girl. And you better be in love… if u can’t feel it for me, I still will be glad if you can give it to somebody else.
Something strange happened between us, I never wanted to be in a serious relationship with you; I never needed commitment or anything like that… I just wish you could feel something towards me, and even thought you said you love me I really don’t think that you actually did. This is why there are a lot of thing I would like to ask you, and a lot of things I would like to tell you, however my pride will never let me. Well, I have been through a lot of shit in this live, I never cried for you, and I never will… I will just move on… it is about the time to stop thinking and wondering… it was nice to have you in my life, although sometimes you were a bitch, but at least it was interesting. Love you (every now and then) and good luck on your life!
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Anonymous asked: are you going to the beatles: the lost concert" movie when it comes out next month?
Oh I actually haven’t heard of that, so most likely not. Don’t get me wrong though, I like the Beatles, their music is part of my childhood. I’m just not a hardcore fan.
