Dear xyz:
I know its been ages now that we hardly spoken any words to each other.counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left,I swore I'd never talk to you again.But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking.
In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about you looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does.
Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says... "There's no one like you, my dear xyz."
I look for you in the eyes and face of every girl I see, but they're
not you. They're not even close. Two months ago, I met this girl
online and brought her with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 21, with one of those lovely faces, I always dreamt about.You wouldn't believe that her *** was like a tortoise shell. Every man's dream, right?
It's all so superficial. What does a perfect girl mean? Does it make her better at home? Well, in this case, yes. But you see what I'm getting at.Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my ugly and unattractive xyz? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before.
I Don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little.I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger like you, but something else. Some niggling feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there, xyz, to watch. Do you know what I mean?
Nothing feels the same without you. I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.
Saturday, your sister stayed with me and we had really a good time.I mean, pqr's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good counsel about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back together, xyz, She really is. So we're drinking in a hot bath and talking about happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry.But do you see how much i care for your little sister?It is all just because I always do think of you.
It's true, xyz. In your heart you know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances and start fresh?I think we can. If you feel the same please please please let me know, otherwise, can you let me know where could I find your sister this time?.
Ever yours
abc
"It is not even remotely connected to me"
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