(Written 2/18/2025)
Every day felt like doomsday was around the corner
The only thing I had to cry on was my shoulder.
Why didn't you let me go sooner?
You broke my heart in a million ways
Falling apart in a foreign place.
You promised me protection
Instead, you gave me your projections.
That was not "love"
For you only loved parts.
The parts that fit your imagination
Not your heart.
You once told me to let you go
And to give someone else the "love" you gave me.
Do not give that to her — real love is not a show.
Give her the real you, not the character I knew
Show her the grey, the red, not just the baby blue
Only then will you have a chance
At the best love you ever knew lost.
Sincerely,
Rebecca
