Dear Man,
It could have been good. We could have been great people if we let it happen. You know me a lot and that’s the worst thing I’ve ever done- to let you know me too much.
Can you still remember the first time you hurt me? The first time you cheat on me? That was a nightmare to me. You have no idea how many liters of tears I’ve cried each night because I’m afraid I might gonna lose you. You hurt me not just once but many times and yet I still open my arms whenever you come back and greet you a “welcome”. Some people say I’m stupid, and I’m not gonna deny it, maybe I am, maybe they’re right, but you know what I did? I just shook the thought off my head and still looked at you as worth it. And that’s the problem, I never thought that liking you would blind my eyes to the truth. I am so fascinated by your promise that you won’t gonna leave me, but what’s the joy of seeing you still here by my side when the only reason why you stayed is that I keep on dragging you back to me. The problem of you knowing me too much is that you became confident with my attitude of always letting you in, again and again, no matter how many times you hurt my feelings- too bad that became your license to keep on hurting me even more.
But I’m done… I’m so done with you that I learned to accept the truth, that it’s not really Cupid’s arrow that was thrown in my heart the moment I met you, I was just so stupid to think they were, but they’re not, ’cause those were darts. You are throwing darts in my heart and I’m so stupid to think it’s Love.
I’m not gonna go back to where you let me lose the joy of living my life. I’m not gonna go back to you again. I won’t gonna miss you again. I won’t gonna waste my tears for you again, for I know that this thing I’m feeling towards you won’t lead me to the life I’ve been dreaming of.
Thank you for all the tears you cause to fall from my eyes, they wash my eyes to see all the things I am blind to. Because of the tears I’ve cried, I’ve seen the truth and all the pain you gave me to encourage my shattered heart to find myself again, gain back my strength, and get up from falling.
Do you know the truth to every story? They have an ending, and as for us, we end up not just like those stories on fairy tales. I wish you every happiness in life.
Goodbye, and I won’t bother you again.
Love,
The girl who once fought for you.