Comes a time when one is forced to let go. You have forced my hand. I have to respect those wishes. I should have long ago when you cut contact. I know I’ve written letters before claiming to be done and moving on, but in truth I didn’t want to and wasn’t ready too. My life has become desolate and I haven’t been myself. I’m tired of no friends. I’m tired of not having someone to hang with. I hope to God that you haven’t hurt the way I’ve hurt trying to accept you don’t want anything to do with me anymore. Your the one that cut contact so I can’t help but think you were ready and prepared to let me go. It was an over night thing on my side and I never was given an explanation or say so about it. I’m tired of not being myself anymore. I just have to tell myself that if I had meant anything to you then you wouldn’t have been able to throw me away the way you did. Don’t get me wrong, you didn’t owe me explanation, especially if I didn’t mean anything to you. I get it. I fell deeper than you. I can except that. I get it. I do hope the two of you are happy. I will always hold you close to my heart. You are the most gorgeous woman in the world. Inside and out. I want to start being my lively self again. I hope you’re being loved with a love so great that they sweep you off your feet. I have accepted that and am ok with it. Sorry for causing you so much trouble. I don’t care how pathetic I look. Take it as a compliment. You are hard to get over. Your smart, gorgeous, loving and hard headed. Will I find another to sweep me off my feet the way you did? I don’t know if its possible. I hope so.