It’s been just over two years since you unceremoniously dumped me in the middle of my family’s Christmas party. Thank god it was over the phone because I wouldn’t have survived the embarrassment otherwise. It’s been about a year and a half since you called me a stalker and threatened me with legal action for asking to meet you to return your things when I moved to your city for graduate school.
I didn’t move there for you, but honestly I had hoped that you might decide you had missed me and that you wanted to take me back. That didn’t happen so I learned to move on, but it was so hard that I felt like dying every time I saw you or your family out and about.
Curse that one horse town.
But now I’ve graduated. I don’t have to worry about seeing you or your family every time I go to the grocery store or out to a movie with friends. I don’t have to see you with your girlfriend doing all the same things that we used to do.
I am finally free of you.
Maybe you loved me and maybe you didn’t. All I know is that you made my life worse when you promised to make it better. I’m not angry anymore, but I sure as hell won’t be sending you a Christmas card any time soon.
If we have to work together in future, I promise I won’t let on that we know each other.
Goodbye, King of Wands.
I’m off to find my King of Hearts.