To my long lost love,
I used to think that time couldn’t separate us. That the love we once had was eternal and could survive anything. We had a such a magical time. The world was right. I remember staying up late at night and looking at the stars with you wishing the sky could just suck us up and take us to a new dimension where it was only us forever and ever. Where nothing could make us leave one another. But that never happened. We did drift apart. I hung on to the hope that someday things would change and we would reunite. That someday you would come back and we could start over again as if nothing had happened, as if you had only gone to the store and come back. I’ve lived in a delusional existence for so long. I really don’t know anymore what is true and what is imaginary. Did I make you up even? I don’t think so but I guess I’ll never know.
Whatever the truth may be the only thing I know now is that you aren’t here anymore. I have to move on. This letter is more for me than you. I needed to let out my feelings and tell you that I once loved you and can no longer do it. I can’t keep beating myself up wondering what went wrong, if it was something I did or said. Perhaps I will pass you in a store one day or see you on some strange island. But honestly, I hope I don’t recognize you. I hope you go away. It’s too painful to think about seeing you again. I don’t want to fall into this madness once more. I loved you. I would have done anything and gone anywhere for you. I would have given myself to you completely. But that time has passed and it’s too late. Goodbye my love, may you never lose sleep like I have.
Love no more,