Dear ____,
How have you been? The last time I spoke to you, we were laughing, we were happy.
Funny how fast things change.
But when you left me it wasn't fast or pain free. It was slow and excruciating. I could feel you letting go, distancing yourself. My lips were sealed though, it felt like nothing could fix us.
I won't say thank you. Not because I'm angry and not because I'm happy. But because I should really be saying you're welcome. You're welcome for always being your shoulder to cry on, your lips to push your problems on, your body to hold, and your heart to take.
You're welcome for fixing you and helping you move to the new part of your life.
You left me for her. You made it seem so simple as if for the last eight years we had never shared all our secrets and thoughts. As if all those memories were stolen from you and you didn't know who I was.
I don't know who you are, maybe it's my memories that are gone. I wish they were. So each time I stepped foot in my basement I didn't cringe at the thought of you. And so everytime I drove by the spot we would hang out a lump wouldn't form in my throats when I pictured us. So that every single day I didn't see you and her together, instead of me.
It's not jealousy. It's pain. Its the pain of being abandoned by someone who should've been there for you everyday. It's the pain of seeing something we would've hysterically laughed at, but not being able to send it to you because your girlfriend might get angry. It's pain.
So I end this letter with a question; Why did you leave me?
-The Girl Who Will Be Fine Without You
