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Dear Boyfriend: My Cheating Love Letter Goodbye (Gone By Lunch)
Dear (Soon To Be Ex) Boyfriend
We met when we were both undergraduate students, about six years ago. We fell in love when I was new to the country and you were my first true acquaintance. You were all I had for months. You were my everything, in good times and bad.
Six years later, we graduated together, moved into our first apartment together, and struggled to build our lives together. We both got jobs in very different fields and made new friends.
What I haven’t told you, and lack the courage to tell you, is that I met someone at work. He is kind to me, financially supports me, and makes me happy. I’m madly in love with him.
I’m sorry our plans did not work out. You were all I knew for a while. I know there’s more out there now.
By the time this is posted, I will have packed my belongings and moved out of our apartment during your working hours. I apologize for not being able to break up with you in person. I am a wimp.
Consider this love letter to be my breakup letter with you. I have blocked you on all social media platforms and changed my phone number. Please, don’t try to find me.
With Love From Tammy
Bugs & Plums: A Letter Celebrating Love
To My Dearest Sugarplum
This time, I’ve given it a lot of thought. I’ve considered giving you another chance, but I’ve limited my thoughts to just holding your kiss a little longer, asking you more questions about you, and paying more attention to the details of you. I was afraid to look too long the first time because you felt like a vacuum sucking me in and I felt like I had to hold onto the walls around me to stay safe. I couldn’t stand looking at you for too long because I knew I’d find more things to cherish, things that would inevitably make you harder to let go of. I’m sorry I had those thoughts so quickly.
In my dreams, we let go, embrace, and speak the words that have been tucked away in the back of our mouths. Allow me to say it this time. Yes, I would hug you tighter and kiss you longer. Most importantly, I would share my thoughts with you, learn more about you, tell you that this separation was difficult for me, that I regret how I handled it, and ask you how you feel. I crave a togetherness we were never brave enough to allow, not your body, though the thought of you is electric.
I want to be your confidante, the hand you clutch, and the source of your laughter. I want to steal kisses and tickle your neck while you’re driving. I want to feel secure in my feelings for you, and I want you to believe you can love me. Let us be brave this time.
Your Precious Lovebug
The Night & It’s Stars: From Your Devoted Dust Mote
Dear Eve
I, your night sky, still yearns for you. Your brilliance, your energy, were what illuminated me and allowed me to shine. Your warmth enabled me to share more of myself with others. Your light enveloped me, so much so that all my craters and flaws became things of muted beauty rather than flaws. You touched and healed them with kindness and never failed to openly admire them, regardless of the season, the situation, or your mood. You constantly compliment my beauty. And gradually, I began to believe you.
I found myself drawn to you. I mean, how could I not? Before I met you, my nights were cold and merciless. You restored my faith. Motivation.
The revelation that, even after my image as a dust mote pummeled recurrently by the components of time and space, I am deserving. Still endearing. But you were always out of reach. You desired to be alone. Your body is too hot and dangerous to touch. I’m the ray, and you’re the sun… I understand that our paths would never cross. In the vast universe, we can only dance in an infinite loop. Despite the distance, I was content with the warmth you sent my way. I was no longer cold. But, as with everything else, stars die. And so did yours. You deserted me. Even after you’re gone, I’ll be able to see your afterglow… a perception of your brightness.
I’ll glance to that mist because I don’t want to lose my own illumination, and I don’t want to be left cold again. I will remember your radiance, which no longer exists. Because you are a dying star. Regardless, you’re still my dying star. Allow me to bask in the last cinders of your comfort. It shouldn’t be long until I have to endure the ice and ruthless sessions once more.
From Your Dust Mote
Adam
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