It’s you. Not me. I just want that to be clear, in case you’re confused about this break up.
I went out into this world looking for something magical and honest and true, and I found you. At the time, you were everything I was looking for, but I’m sad to say that I’ve grown since then. I’ve changed. But you wouldn’t. You refused. For a while, I thought it wouldn’t matter, that you'd be enough. I had dreams of the perfect match, blinded by my love for you. Those days were the best of our time together, when everything we did was magic. It was honest and true.
Then the doubt seeped in. You felt it, too, I know. Our love faded, as did the newness of us. I saw you with different eyes. You, content for me to parade you into the world your flaws open and exposed as if you were proud of them, and me, seeing your potential inside that you refused to grasp.
Maybe I wasn't being honest with you. Or with myself, for that matter. Maybe I wanted to change you all along and just wasn't able to admit that what we had going wasn't working like it should. For that, I'm sorry. That’s a relationship, I guess. You never know what you truly want until you’re in one.
If I’m being honest, I’m glad we met. I’m thankful for the time we had together. For the things we discovered when our bond was strongest.
We’ll always have 4am.
I learned a lot, thanks to you. I learned what worked for me and what didn’t. Not to kick you when you’re down, but you’re unbelievably sloppy. Even proud of it, I think. I mean, seriously. You’ve never once even bothered to fix yourself up. Like you didn’t care about how you reflected on me.
I do. I do care. I know we were always about substance, but I’m sorry - in this world, appearances matter. But I guess not to you. And that’s okay. You are who you are. You gotta be you.
So, we’re over. I’m moving on. I’ve met someone, already. Someone a lot like you, actually, but cleaner and with better manners and a better body. It’s shallow, I know.
Such is life.
You’ll always have a special place in my heart. For now, though, we must say goodbye.
All the best,
Loved this :)ReplyDelete
I love this!!! I had a great relationship with my first draft too, but when I look back on it, I realize all my mistakes that I made! Thank good I met someone better (err...my 20+ draft!...man, I spent time with a lot of drafts that just didn't work out)!ReplyDelete
OMG, I LOVE this! That just says it all, and makes you laugh at the same time! I feel every word on a very personal level! You LOVE your first draft...until you start to go back through it. Then you see all the things you've done wrong...and you're happy b/c you're learning from it, but you can't believe you wrote it in the first place!ReplyDelete
BTW, I've nominated you. :) http://www.aprilplummer.com/2012/01/if-this-doesnt-scare-you-off-nothing.html
Have you seen the letter genre fiction wrote to literary fiction? It was almost as good as this.ReplyDelete
Thanks y'all! On to the second...and third...and...ReplyDelete