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A letter from my ex

Darling one I can not bare to live without, Tre….

I’m aching over the thought of our separation….
Please before you toss this letter, please hear me out.

I’m writing out of deep concern and utmost urgency.

I miss you so.

I long for what we once shared.

You were inlove with me…so I thought. I was your constant, your only.

And I really think we deserve to share that love once again.

But I need you to realize in order to reconcile, I’ll need conformation you end it with the others. You know who I mean: Now and This moment.

I don’t know what the heck those two have on me or what you see in either.

They occupy all your attention and you seem unable or unwilling to give me any of your time …something I deserve and what we–as in you and me–depend on.

May I remind you:
I was once your constan…steady…Your always.

I miss snuggling on the couch and whispering into your ear…
I’d suggest something…like waiting.

You’d agree.

I’d argue reasonably why you weren’t ready.

You’d agree.

I’d mentor you, pointing out all the ways you still need much practice.

And I almost convinced you to leave all of this for others to do.

But for a while…
I notice you don’t pay attention as you once did.

I feel you blow off my needs entirely.
I don’t feel listened to anymore, let alone valued or respected.

With your focus on Now and This moment, its almost impossible to sway you, let alone influence and impact…and be your front and center anymore.

And this gravely disturbs me.

After all I was your one and only so I thought…

You needed me.
You depended on me.
Inspite of your fights I always win you over.

I’m asking you to reconsider and let’s be together again…

I’m asking you to cease at once these affairs and pay more attention to what I’ve told you and what I still encourage you to do as far as you waiting.

I need to hear back from you immediately to determine our next steps.

I remind you: we were once inseparable.

We can have that again.

I still love you…in the only way I know how…

Yours,

Someday When

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