Dear Past

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Hi All,
 
In this week's blog I am writing a letter to someone special; I'm sure almost everyone can relate.
 
 
 

 
 

 
Dear Past,

I got your message today that you wanted to talk to me. Why? What could you possibly want from me now? Or do you just want to give me more of your lies—more of your fake love? 

At first, my heart fluttered thinking that perhaps I saw a sliver of light from a cracked door—could there be a chance of us being an "us" again? But then I remembered everything that you did and said to me those years we were in bondage. Is not the world a big enough place for the two of us? Go home to your latest victim, and at least try to be the man that you should have been with me. Please for God’s sake, learn from your mistakes.

Listen. Will I forget the good times we had? No. Never. Will I forget the bad times? Oh, HELL no!....even though, I have to admit that your timing is quite odd really; just last week I found a voice recording that we did together while sitting on the couch--cuddling. As I sat listening and re-heard you proclaim your undying love to me, my heart broke into pieces all over again. Wounds that had taken years to scar over broke wide open again. Oh God, I was such a fool to believe you back then.

For now, I say we leave things just as they are between us—observing each other from afar. It has been years since we last met and I have made a new life for myself; the last thing that I need is for you to try to fuck up my mind again.

Take care "my past". I will forever keep you hidden in my heart. 

Meena
 
 
 

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