Do you remember me? I'm sure you do. I was the one you would call and say good morning too. The last voice you heard before you drifted off to sleep. I remember you use to tell me you were lucky to have me. Showered me with compliments endlessly. I fell in love with the words and the feelings, I feel in love with being in love. But it was so blinding to me. I wasn't the only one you were whispering sweet nothings to. I use to get those good morning texts, those "I'm thinking of you" through out the day messages. Then slowly words started decreasing, they were said with less feeling. Started seeing you less periodically. All the while you telling me that its me and only me. And again blindly, I believed you, well my heart wanted to. I took a lot of shit from you. Missing promised dates, with even an apology. Always saying I'll see you next week, but next week never came. Left me sitting at home alone. Staring blankly at my cellphone; wishing for a ring, a text, anything just to hear you tone sing. There was nothing. Then one morning, I woke up from this nightmare I tried to make a dream. Looked in the mirror and said "Baby, it's time to do me." Getting extra sexy, strapping on my heels, lacing my body with his favorite perfume, glossing my lips, and putting an extra sway in my hips. Setting up just right, I made sure that I would see you tonight. I didn't want to break up over a phone call, text message; no that wasn't personal at all. I worked up enough courage to say good bye to you now all I need was you to be there to hear it.
Remember those nights when you came home late, or not come home at all. Recall those days we barely even talked? Well I do. I got tired of them and tired of you. It made no sense to be in a relationship with someone and felt like it was none. I had to call it quits I had to say I was done.
Every time you said I'm sorry boo, it won't happen again, I love you. Bullshit; keep it. I stopped falling for it.
Remember the last argument we had? You claimed I was lucky to have you. That you tolerated me all this time because you wanted to not because you had to. Honestly, I never asked you too. You told me I was a fool if I let you go. I told you no I'm a fool for trying to keep you. That was the best thing I could have ever done.
Now weeks have gone by. Months even years. I seen you the other day that's what prompted this letter. To show you that I'm not worse off, I'm much better. So I will end this letter by saying this...
Thanks for helping this Diva find her true bliss.
Sincerely, The One That Got Away.
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