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Rated: E · Letter/Memo · Emotional · #946297
This is a brief letter about an ending relationship.
Mmmm, like petals that have wilted from a rose the love that I feel for you is no more.
How long can one wait to have love reciprocated?
How long does it take a person to realize love?
When I was with you I was more than a girl, more than a woman, more than a queen.
I was a flower in love, bursting forth in the rays of your tenderness.
Every thought of you, made my body feel like I was drifting away to a place unknown.
Your smile, didn’t light up a room; it lit up the emptiness deep within my bosom.
Was I in denial about how you felt about me?
Emotions are very risky, especially dealing with love?
How is it that one lives their life so carefree where love isn’t important?
Does Love have a number, color, shape, or size?
If so please fill me in because I’m clueless.
Do I regret meeting you?
No, I wouldn’t trade that moment for anything in my life.
Do you remember the night you held me?
Do you remember how you held me so tight?
It couldn’t be my mind playing tricks on me, nor was it an illusion.
I came back for you, the day I walked out the door.
Do you remember?
Our first night together, how awkward.
Was I just a part of your plan?
Am I this thing you had to conquer?
I cannot say I will never love another, but I will say that every love loss is not the end.
I want to thank you for letting me go.
Thank you for not loving me for whatever reason is justifiable to you.
Thank you for pretending to be someone you are not.
Thank you for freeing me of loving someone who is incapable of being loved by me.
A jerk in my heart makes me realize that our journey is over.
It has come to a close.
Before a tear has time to form I catch myself and realize…
Love for me is only beginning.
Hoping someday this will find you, and my only regret I have is not loving myself enough to see you were getting the best of me.
Lisa


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