My Last Letter To You: “I’m Writing This Because We’re Strangers Now”

 

I am writing this because we are mere strangers now, but once we existed together. What you did to me, please don’t do it to someone else. After meeting you, I realised that when things break they can’t always be pieced back together. Sometimes bridges get burned, and they don’t burn alone. They take people with them. 

 

Looking back, I should have never agreed to this cruel game. But I was desperate for love and you were my Pandora’s box. AI said yes when I knew you wouldn’t leave her. I said yes when you told me I was never gonna be enough. I said yes when you on a random Sunday decided we can’t be lovers. I kept saying yes till the wallflowers blooming on the edge of my spine were stripped apart to cover the wounds in your flesh. I kept giving & giving till my bones could spell the letters of your name, till I lost myself. So, when you said let’s be friends and still left. I realised my love was never enough for you to stay. My friendship wasn’t either.

 

You are even worse than a jailer, at least they stage a funeral when you die. But, you never looked back after burying my heart in your backyard. So, this is it. This is my last letter to you. I should have said it long ago but, better late than never. I don’t want to be your second choice. You are not worthy of this letter but I deserve this goodbye.