to the one i have loved: How do i put this eloquently? how could my best friend, my baby, cast me away so easily? as if I meant nothing, all along you smelled out my vulnerability and capitalized, but your touch and kind words, how could you fake them? with such a serious vehemence in which my intrigue grew to enamor? I can't bring myself to admit the illusion, the delusion, but how else do you explain the insignificance that brought me this pain? you may be but i am not stoic, i am full of nerves like a funny bone or sensitive tooth, and i wear them openly and freely, you may see this as my weakness but it is my greatest strength, to let myself feel what i may and know that those emotions are okay to feel the world the way i see it and let people in
I know i made mistakes, i am human, am i not? yet here is the delusion: did you expect me to be perfect? visions of a perfect love with understanding and support, tucked in the country side with a dog and someday a little boy or girl? I had them too. Before you told me you could imagine a life with me.
and I took that to heart.
But never mind the past, it cannot be undone, although intense longing and plea for answers besets, i know this is for the best, i trust that you did me a favor in the long run. I am much too strong of a woman .
So my darling, goodnight and i wish you well But i want you to know, just my sentient: you will hold a piece of me no one had touched, even if i was your way of forgetting an even greater love, i just wish that love could have been me.