My Dearest Love,

I woke up today with yet another text on my phone from you. This one contained words I didn't want to hear.
"Not again, PLEASE not again." I say to myself as I prepare to hear the words I dread the most.

I read the words you wrote and my greatest fear was brought to life.
You didn't care about everything we shared.
You didn't care about the laughs we had.
You didn't care about the times we spent crying in each others arms.
You didn't care about how much I sacrificed for you.
You didn't care about making a fool of me.
You didn't care about how I shared my heart with you.
You didn't care about me, and now I know that.

So my dear, you have become one of the past.

Do I hate you? No.

Do I love you? Sometimes.

But a stream doesn't flow "sometimes".
And a river, through the rapids, carries through.

Your Favorite Play Thing,
River