Dear John Doe,
Your indifference came knocking on my door the other night while I was dreaming of better days, of alternate endings, of everlasting us.
You caressed my heart and slowly undressed the wounds that I so cautiously healed behind guarded walls.
Its not easy being in love with someone who canβt make time for you.Β
Its not easy being in love with someone who makes time everything and everyone else but you.
Yet here I am, and here you are...on your time conveniently and never mine...so never mind.
Dear John Doe,
Your persistence to win me back is inconsistent like New York weather; unpredictable and uncertain like a passing storm on a summer day, but my resistance doesnβt turn you away. iβm convinced you like to play this game of, I want you, I want you not.
I just hope its not the latter; not like it matters; just wishful thinking.
Dear John Doe,
I write you you because this will be the last time we speak. Iβve been weighed down by bricks and fragments of my heavy heart and I finally made it out of the rubble. Twisted views of me and you are the only lasting memories of us.
Through all of this confusion; I donβt know what was truly us or if it was just delusion. But in conclusion, I was naive to think I could change a person if I just loved them a little harder, when all this time I should have just loved me a little harder.
Love should never make you feel less than.
I hope this letter finds you well.
I woke up today. Like I do everyday.Β
But today was different.
I finally realized what all of this meant.
P.S. I choose me.Β





















