I tried to grant you hope but you taught me how to despair. Out of the gutter I struggled to pull us out but you pulled us deeper in. I stopped looking at the stars. I was only looking at you. And you… You were a pitch dark night without a glimpse of light on the horizons. And I… I was a field of sunflowers awaiting the sun. Don’t let me fool you. The self-victimization enveloping this letter, I also learned from you. But I was always a notorious student until I met you. I learned the lessons you gave me by heart. I even did my homework and taught a few others. It is a ripple effect in the gutter. Oh, no, dear, it was a tornado absorbing all those who dared stand near. That was my original sin, wasn’t it? Standing on the edge for too long… How can I blame you for pulling me down? I flirted with this darkness until its claws clutched me. It has loosened its grip now but I have scars all over my heart; my soul evacuated. Now dead leaves and rotten dreams occupy the barren lands of my soul. I am reintroducing myself to the water and sun, reintroducing myself to hope and second chances. It was not your fault, dearest you. I was the one trying to grant you false hope.
So far as hopes go, I hope you will be fine. And I hope I never see or speak to you again. Have a good life.