The truth is:
This journey hasn’t been easy.
Heavy emotions are on the horizon.
I recognize that these emotions are only temporary.
Everything is temporary.
You’ve been on my mind.
I’ve realized that I hate you.
And I hate that I hate you.
The letter that you left me haunts me in my sleep. I knew it would…
I went it sitting on my night table unopened for a month after I last saw you. Many late nights when I stumbled into my house drunk, I would consider opening it. Every morning I woke up and leaned over my bed to discover it unopened. Logic insisted that I burn it and dispose of it.
The letter that you left behind taunted me and made weak attempts at manipulating me into opening it.
But I couldn’t open it. At the same time, I couldn’t dispose of it.