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To every person that I’ve ever dated, been engaged too, married, or otherwise had relations with who didn’t commit suicide when I broke it off,
I’m sorry. I really thought that things were going to work out with us, and that we would have that lifetime of happiness and dreams that we spent so long planning. I thought that you really were the Romeo to my Juliet, the Charming to my Snow White, the Westley to my Buttercup, the Amy to my Selina.
In the end though, things just didn’t work out like I thought they would. You were everything I always wanted in my life, until I actually had you, and then I realized it wasn’t quite what I wanted. Then I’d meet this other person, who was SO perfect for me, and I just couldn’t let them get away and possibly miss my ONE TRUE LOVE. I’m sure that you understand.
Well, love and kisses and all that, and do try to get over me one day. I know it’s practically impossible, but I’m sure that you can somehow find the will do so and then carry on with your life.
Love,
K’tanya.
To all those people who’ve hurt me over the years,
How could you! You totally destroyed my life, and everyone that I ever loved, and you kicked my puppy! I’ll never ever be able to get over it, no matter how long that I live, or how much money I shell out to therapists.
You have left me a twisted, emotional wreck who dresses in black and does nothing all day but cry into my ice cream, watching Hispanic soap operas and making up stories for them cause it’s too much trouble to think in that language when I’m emo and depressed.
And the worst part is that I still totally pine for you and feel that somehow, if I could only get close to you again, I could change you into a better person.
Call me,
K’tanya.
I’m sorry. I really thought that things were going to work out with us, and that we would have that lifetime of happiness and dreams that we spent so long planning. I thought that you really were the Romeo to my Juliet, the Charming to my Snow White, the Westley to my Buttercup, the Amy to my Selina.
In the end though, things just didn’t work out like I thought they would. You were everything I always wanted in my life, until I actually had you, and then I realized it wasn’t quite what I wanted. Then I’d meet this other person, who was SO perfect for me, and I just couldn’t let them get away and possibly miss my ONE TRUE LOVE. I’m sure that you understand.
Well, love and kisses and all that, and do try to get over me one day. I know it’s practically impossible, but I’m sure that you can somehow find the will do so and then carry on with your life.
Love,
K’tanya.
To all those people who’ve hurt me over the years,
How could you! You totally destroyed my life, and everyone that I ever loved, and you kicked my puppy! I’ll never ever be able to get over it, no matter how long that I live, or how much money I shell out to therapists.
You have left me a twisted, emotional wreck who dresses in black and does nothing all day but cry into my ice cream, watching Hispanic soap operas and making up stories for them cause it’s too much trouble to think in that language when I’m emo and depressed.
And the worst part is that I still totally pine for you and feel that somehow, if I could only get close to you again, I could change you into a better person.
Call me,
K’tanya.
