A letter to: Someone that used to mean something

I felt something so real and pure with you. I felt a spark and familiarity as if we’d met before. Maybe we have in another life time. So I took the chance despite being afraid and opened my heart to you, and you opened your heart to me. I wish everything was real because it felt so right. But it wasn’t and that’s the scary part.

I never would’ve hurt you and I could’ve loved you until the end of time. I could’ve given you the world, but that wouldn’t have been enough for you, because nothing is. 

Everything we had was built off of lies. You were never real with me. You morphed into someone you knew I would love, but that wasn’t you. You never had my best interest in mind, only yours. I trusted you when you said “just trust me baby”, but you were to never be trusted. 

I know why you did what you did and I feel sad for you. You’re never going to find happiness as long as you’re looking for it in women— hoping maybe the next one will make you happier. No matter how many women you collect to try to fill your void, it’s never going to be filled.

You have to fill your own void. You have to create happiness for yourself. No one can do that for you. I hope you finally achieve this, because as awful of man you are, you still deserve to be happy.

Take care,

Rie