Dear my almost lover

I don’t know why I am writing to you

The last time we met you made it pretty clear I’m not what you want

You broke me into a million pieces and left me to die

But that’s okay

I can see your happy now

Your wife is blonde and skinny and she’s everything you were looking for

everything I’m not

I know how important this was to you

You made it pretty clear that that’s what you were looking for

I want to tell you that you were not meant for me

That the times when I cried into your arms while you held me and promised me forever meant nothing

That I’m fine and I’m doing great with you

But I can’t, I don’t have it in me

I want you to know that you saved me

When you held me while I fell asleep

Whispering promises in my ear

Those were the happiest moments of my life

So what I’m trying to say is

Farwell, my almost lover