KITEP (Leaving is the easy part)

Dear XXXXX,

Dear XXXXX,

Once upon a time, I believe it was a Tuesday when I saw you there and I thought oh my God, look at that face. He's charming and endearing and I'm comfortable. I fell to my knees. I couldn't ask for anything better, a roller coaster kind of rush. I never knew I could feel that much. You told me you loved me. You said forever and always. I never saw you coming but I loved you so. I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us, how we met and the sparks flew instantly. My days once revolved around you and I never thought we'd have a last kiss.

We're a crooked love in a straight line down. I have known it all this time, but I never thought I'd live to see it break. It was months and months of back and forth. Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, the train runs off its tracks. All this time I was wasting, hoping you would come around, I've been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down. The flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst, the butterflies turned to dust. Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, it ended so suddenly.

This is the last time I'm asking you this: So why did you go away? One second it was perfect, now you're half way out the door. What happened? Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest? Made you run and hide like a scared little boy? Why would you want to break a perfectly good heart, take our love and tear it all apart? The sky turned black like a perfect storm and I realize the joke is on me.

Well, maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much, but maybe this thing was a masterpiece, until you tore it all up. All I know is that you drove us off the road, made all the tables turn. I lived in your dark, twisted chess game and a rose garden filled with thorns, screaming, crying, perfect storms. Loving you was like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street. All the times I let you in, I can't trust anything now. I guess you really did it this time. Your share of secrets don't feel welcome anymore and I'm tired of being last to know. Band-Aids don't fix bullet holes. You say sorry just for show. You're not sorry. Words, how little they mean, when you're a little too late. I don't believe you baby, I figured you out.

I stood there and watched you walk away, gone was every trace of you. I'm lying on the cold hard ground with a nasty scar so shame on me now. We learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts, and time is taking its sweet time erasing you. This is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying you are an expert at "sorry" and keeping lines blurry. All you are is mean, and a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life, you're still growing up now. All these things will catch up to you. It's so sad to think about the good times, you and I. Take a look what you've done because, baby, now we got bad blood. You made a really deep cut, rubbed it in so deep, salt in the wound like you're laughing right at me. The life of us, we can't get back. I knew you were trouble when you walked in and it's gonna go down in flames.

XXXXX, it was enchanting to meet you. I had the time of my life, with you. We had a beautiful magic love there, what a sad beautiful tragic love affair. I could've loved you all my life if you hadn't left me waiting in the cold. But, this time, I'm telling you, I'm telling you: this is the last straw. I don't want to hurt anymore. We are never, ever, ever getting back together. Like ever. We made quite a mess, babe. It's probably better off this way. And the story of us? It looks a lot like a tragedy now. It's gonna be alright, I'm just gonna shake it off, but I'll never be the same...I remember it all too well.

Your ex-lover,
XXXXXXX

If Sandra had a farewell letter for Raymond this would be perfect'

taylor swift's lyrics from her 25 songs mashed up into hell of a break up letter.

*bluechinese speaks*