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Let’s Not Be Friends
An open letter to my ex.
Dear ____,
By now, we’ve been broken up for longer than we dated (the hardest 6 months of my life)(the ones during which we dated, not the ones since) and still you’re finding ways to haunt me from beyond my list of blocked contacts.
My bad. I can admit to my worst traits, and one of them is that in moments of weakness, I can be as impulsive as I am self-destructive, and one night shortly after Easter, this came in the form of thinking I could unblock you and maybe have it be fine. I shouldn’t have. It was probably insane of me to think that we could ever be friends. Yesterday, you asked once again if there was any hope of reconciling. If there was any shred of hope that we could be together once again. Instantly, I knew that the one reason you would plead this way so long after the fact, was that you must be interested in someone new, but you wanted to make sure the door was closed with us. Considering I loved you more than anyone I have ever loved in my 26 years on this planet, the realization that you might be dating someone else should have hit me like a wet rat in the face, or at very least like a surprise gut punch. Instead, I felt a slow wash of relief submerge me. Great. He can ruin someone else’s life and mental health now.
