I want us to talk.
If you gave me a sign. Like responding to my last message, or even adding me on socials. I can take it from there.
I do want us to reconnect. I just need to know it's safe, and you are ready to take the step.
Meet me halfway, and I can take it from there.
We'll talk whenever you are ready to.
Oi!
You gonna be my girl or do you prefer to dilly dally?
I thought the time apart would have shown you how much the distance hurts us both. We aren't getting any younger.
I want you.
So if you want me too, tell me.
Be here.
Physically. Emotionally. Tangibly.
Your fears will erode after I hug you.
You know what to do.
Ciao.
I really love you. Doofus.
I want to be with you. Really. Truly. Seriously.
You keep messing me about. You don't realise the impact of the distance and hurt caused. Yet use my reactions against me.
I've invited you to spend time together so many times. I've wanted to resolve this.
Nobody makes each other smile like we do. I don't want to be with anybody else but you.
I want you in all the ways. You know me. You know my qualities. I wouldn't jeopardise what we have with cheap thrills.
Just show up and show me you're serious. That's all I ask.
Mend the bridge you burned, and we can run off into the sunset.
I love you dummy.
I want to be with you.
I want you to be my family. I want us to grow old together.
Show up, and I'll prove to you how serious I am about us.
I'm scared you're the one who got away.
Fightened that you won't return.
Terrified that you won't tell me the truth.
Scared that I will always love you.
Fearful that one day I won't.
But most of all, I'm petrified that the love I have for you will go to waste.
I don't want to grieve you. I want to breathe you.
It's time to stop the beef. I made my feelings clear.
I believe silence is an answer. Only, I desperately hope you were speaking, only too quietly for me hear.
Being in love with you doesn't scare me.
Us never giving it a try does.
I love you.
I wish you loved me back.
Hey You,
I'll never understand why you threw our relationship away like you did. Like it, and I was meaningless.
I know I won't ever know. It's been years and you haven't bothered to have the conversation. Didn't deign to respond to my calls or messages. A part of me will always miss what we shared. But our first year and a half was the fantasy. The last 3 years was the real you. I saw, and experienced how cold and cruel you could be. You completely shut me out. Wanted me to chase. Wanted me to play games. Overstepped my boundaries. Invaded my privacy.
I was the fool that still wanted it to work. Until enough was enough.
No I didn't cheat. We weren't together. You didn't even want to see me. You declined all of my invitations, and refused to see me. So. We were nothing.
As much as I loved you, I love me too. I know my worth. So I said no more. You don't get to come back to wreak more havoc. Write a nice poem or 2. Exercise your brillant penmanship in an attempt to get me to run back to you. As if.
So yes, I'm meeting others. Getting back out there. Dating. And other things that a single person does. Please know. It's not about you. I'm not doing it to spite you. I'm doing this because I've accepted the finality. I've grieved you and us.
I'm ready to meet my wife. Who values safety, trust, transparency, vulnerability and intimacy in the same ways I do. Who wants to be a team, tackling problems together instead of competing against one another.
So please, let's make it a clean cut. It's time to goodbye. We don't need to be in each other's circles. If we happen to cross each other, let's spare ourselves of the false platitudes. I don't want to exchange words, eye contact or energy.
I will love you. I probably always will. But I don't feel safe around you, or respected. So that's my line.
I wish you the best in whatever you are doing, and whoever you do it with. I hope you still win at life.
Take care.
Bye.
I forgive you for hurting me. I forgive myself for allowing it.
I walk away with a smile. I'm sad to have lost you, but I'm proud to have given it my all. Some things don't work out.
Sometimes love isn't enough. Evidently I wasn't enough for you. I didn't want to be the person you tried to mold me into. I'm happy with myself. I'll make the right person happy.
I loved you. I was in love with you. But love doesn't mean compatibility or mutual effort. I grew tired of giving my all and it not being reciprocated. I became weary, anxious and hypervigilant. The constant confusion was roo much for me. Begging to have you near, to give me the simplest touch. It was the telltale sign. Somebody who truly loves and respects their partner wants mutual honesty, transparency, and vulnerability.
We couldn't achieve it. I've freed myself from whatever our entaglement was.
I've laid your ghost to rest.
So, I'm gone. I'm still working on my own personal growth. But I feel free. Happier.
I'm ready to find my Mrs Right. I'll be ready for her when our worlds collide.
I wish you the best in love and life.
Please remember me with a smile, as I you.
For the last time.
Take care.
xx