Broken Hearts

It's been a hard week, for many reasons, but this unsent letter is one way of how I'm dealing with it...


Dear Sir:

Plain and simple…you broke my heart. I was falling in love and you were not. Forget earth-shattering because I’m stronger than that, but it was a hard blow nonetheless. On the tissue scale, you elicited half a box over two separate cry sessions. It was not the record in my love history, but I’m afraid of the lonely nights when the tissues will have to come out again on your behalf. I don’t have regrets about the way I felt about you or the dreams that I had, but I do regret that I let you get to me that way. I regret that I am totally addicted to you, in every way. I long for you, crave you, will do anything to have you, but you are so bad for me and I always feel worse afterward. I don’t know when I will get over this, but the road seems long and I’m tired already. If you could do me a favor and step out of my heart yourself, I would appreciate it. It is times like this that love does not seem worth it but then I remember that I deserve it as much as you do.

Goodbye.
My only hope is that there aren't too many of these in my love-life to come.