The things I realized

I hate to say this, but I was wrong. It is entirely possible to hate a person when the rose-colored glasses come off. I told you and myself that I could never hate someone I loved, and it kills me that this might mean I’m finally moving on, finally letting go. I am afraid to let go of you. You’re all I’ve known for so long. And it’s been so long without you that I can’t really remember you anymore, can’t really remember us anymore. I’m scared. But I’m happier too. Freer. How did I let you hurt me so badly for so long? I guess the price we pay for love is pain … and this pain is never-ending. I mourn the love I gave you, I mourn the pieces of me I lost in you, and I mourn the idea I had of who you were when you shared yourself with me. I mourn the sentiment that I could never hate you, and I mourn the night you watched me break with not a thought of remorse. I will forever mourn these things, perhaps, just as I will forever avoid your name and the thought of you, just as I will see you in everything I do. Time will heal all, yes, but it can’t come fast enough for me to seem to move past you and the impact you’ve made on me.

Scars

I hate what an unbearable person you can be. And not unbearable because of how you are but because of how you behave. Your selfishness and narcissism have no limits and I had to pay a very high price for loving you, a reinforcement to the trauma but not a common reinforcement, a reinforcement so strong that not even the original trauma has weight, it is like a new trauma where the person who loves you the most betrays you and justifies it and does not ask for forgiveness. Your actions your shortcomings do not define me however they are hurting the present with someone who is a great guy, and above all they hurt me. I have to let it go because I have already forgotten you, but that weighs on me and bleeds me and I hate it and it’s not fair.

Alone in outerspace

Dear Josh,

No one tells you or prepares you for how irrevocably alone you will feel as a schizophrenic. My sister urges me not to write to you like I did Dana, so I settle for here. You have no idea how maddening I feel, or how much I hate myself for the delusional thoughts I have had. I hate myself beyond anything you could possibly understand. To be delusional for so many years, has me convinced these unearthly thoughts will result in my own self destruction. My sister has discussed how it would be embarrassing to send you a letter. It would be embarrassing but I have experienced lifetimes of embarrassment from my actions. Who cares for one single more? In truth I don’t hate you for dodging this bullet, but I cannot explain the irreversible damage I have contained, nor fathom the loneliness and isolation it feels to tell a boy you love him while sick and to have thoughts that aren’t meant for this earth. I am sorry for my part in your story. I wish I never met you honestly. I wish one day that I will find peace buy frankly normalcy has never been a friend of mine. I wish to write this letter for my own recovery in the hopes that this pain subsides. I hope you forget about me. No one prepares you for this feeling. I hope you never experience it.

Sincerely,

Nicole

You lied

Dear John,

I feel fucked up from this. You fucked me up. You spun me around in circles and went back on everything you said. You said you wanted to be with me but I just had to wait until you got your financial shit in order. You asked me to be patient. You asked me to be compassionate to your situation. But what about me? What did you do for me in this period. Absofuckinglutely nothing. I hated how much you said I was a priority to you because that was a lie.

I hate that you said your ex wasn’t an issue when she was. Even if you didn’t have feelings for her anymore, saying you’re not ready for a relationship, when you initially said you were multiple times, fucking hurts. Canceling our trip fucking hurt. I knew this was going to happen. I knew we should have never booked something so premature in our relationship. And the night after we ended, I didn’t cancel anything hoping that you would realize what an idiot you were being. But you did cancel everything. And then you texted me and asked to let you know when I sent you the money for the things I booked. I hate that you did this to me. I hate that you wasted my time and made me believe that this would work out. I dreamed about our future together. I dreamed about us moving in, I dreamed about us creating a strong partnership together. But I guess that’s why it was all dreams. I want you to be the person you showed me at the beginning. But that person isn’t real. It’s John on his best behavior. It’s the John trying to pretend he’s not a mess and a terrible communicator, Johnn. I miss the beginning and I miss you. I miss us, but I know this won’t work.

IDK why this hurts so much but it does. It really fucking does, and I really miss you, but I can’t let myself reach out to you.

Fuck this,
G