Welcome to Day 20 of #TheLoveLetterProject Writing Challenge created by Marie of The Notion Of Love! If you’re just joining me, you can catch up on the rules here!

Day 20

To Someone You Are Trying To Forget

Mission accomplished.

The end.💫e

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Welcome to Day 7 of #TheLoveLetterProject Writing Challenge created by Marie of The Notion Of Love! If you’re just joining me, you can catch up on the rules here!

Day 7

To The One That Got Away

Who are you?

An impostor?

A facade?

A mirage?

You absolutely do not exist.

Because I envision love so differently now.

I don’t chase after it.

I don’t run after it.

I don’t beg for it.

I don’t writhe around in pain because of it.

I don’t dim my shine to fuel it.

I don’t have to die so it can live.

What is mine – wants me.

What is mine – wants to be mine.

And that…that is so beautiful.

And I am deserving of nothing short of delicious.

There was a time I thought of a “you”.

I would’ve written sonnets and soliloquies

as though you existed.

But I honestly cannot see a face.

There is no longing.

No woulda, coulda, shoulda.

No what if.

You’re not invisible

You’re not a ghost.

You could not have possibly gotten away…

For you never belonged here.

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POSITION OVER PERSON

Respect has to be earned. This we know. Yes. True. Some situations are not that easy. Very cloudy. Gray. Even painful. Painful to rehearse, relive, revisit. Absolutely. It is VERY difficult when she (as far as what he told you) was/is this, that, and the other. 

There comes a time when YOU have to make a decision to soar as an eagle ABOVE chickens. PERIOD. 

Challenge yourself to look at the bigger picture. THE BIG PICTURE. The children. Your relationship with them. Not that FAKE “act right only when” your husband/boyfriend/man/crush/potential Boo OR sidepiece is around. Yep. That’s real. Not that fake “trying to impress his family and friends, get in good with his mom and sisters” foolishness.

You gotta…THINK

Think Long term. The children have feelings. They grow up. They remember. Just like you do/did. When you’re so easily pulled into Team Petty and even comparing yourself as better…and running your mouth…yeah. Stop. 

There are definitely acts too horrific to even mention and “respect” is the LAST thing on your mind. UNDERSTOOD!!! But this every day conversation about her and undermining her position as the one who gave birth to the child/children? Stalking her and her page like she’s YOUR man? You don’t know what the child sees/hears/overhears and will remember. Just food for thought. Real talk. At the end of the day, that’s still the child’s mother. What you say (and do) says MORE about you than you realize. Trust. 

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Misdiagnosis 

Yawn…

As usual you’re reading me all wrong

You were never really good at keeping time 

Nor very good at keeping track of lies

You held many a door open 

But always went first

Me lagging behind 

You say “Good to see you too again”

Misdiagnosing my smirk much to my chagrin 

I’m sick of you mistaking my allergic reaction to your lies for goosebumps 

Inoculated 

Impassive 

I am


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So is this the way you let me down?

By not picking me up again?

When my world is spinning round and round?

You don’t want to be the one who’s there?

So is this the way you let me go?

By not checking to see if I’m okay?

When my world is spinning round and round?

And you made me think you were going to stay?

I kept waiting with bated breath.

No acknowledgement or endorsement in sight.  

No response. 

No reply. 

Is this the way

You say goodbye?

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I SURE HOPE MY EX SEES THIS!



(Sigh) Our exes. Can’t live with them and our story is quite bland without them. Long after they’re gone we still feel the need to impress them. Still feel the need to make sure THEY somehow know we are doing even BETTER without them! Why is that?!

(Exhale) Maybe it all has to do with HOW it ended. You know. If it was a pleasant, soft hearted, genuine and mutual parting of the ways. The kind of break up where even the term “break up” just sounds so harsh. You can’t help but still have hope. The letter you leave in their mailbox may read:

Dear Yummy,

Remember I used to call you that all the time? You would blush and turn your head as though you were shy. You were anything but. I loved speaking to the Mighty Warrior in you. Hearing your ROAR. Falling in love with the potential you had and honored by your willingness to allow me to call it forth. I loved how you asked if your dimple could have a word with my mole. I miss you, still love you and still want you.

Xoxo,

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(Breathe) Oh but if it was rough, tumultuous, rocky and left a horrible taste in your mouth? The letter you leave on their windshield you just cracked may read:

Hey Limp Biscuit!

If you ever come to my house again I will not only call the cops I will call your minimum wage job and tell them I did. The last two years of my life were a complete utter waste of my time! I hated the shape of your head, that dead front tooth and your obnoxious laugh. I even hated your raggedy apartment. The strongest thing in it wasn’t even you. It was that weak behind coffee you used to make and the odor emanating from your feet! Don’t just lose my number, delete every memory we’ve ever shared. Those files were corrupted because of you BEING a virus.

-Your Loss

  
(Reflect) Why do we even care?! They are our exes for a reason! How is it that we feel we have to impress them, in order to get them and still want to impress them after they’re gone? No matter why they’re gone. I’ve even heard it said, “Never let your ex see you doing or looking bad!” Are we so riddled with rejection and insecurity that we can’t function without being endorsed by the one who’s moved on, the one who got away or even the loser we got rid of?

 We post subliminal comments on Social Media hoping they’ll read it and flawless photos of ourselves hoping they’ll “like” them! Not even realizing that they have muted you on Twitter and hidden your updates from their timeline on Facebook. That’s IF they haven’t blocked you.  Posting encrypted messages referring to inside jokes and better days gone by. 

And we text. Knowing they got it and HOPING to see these little dots! 

 BEST DOTS EVER!

Even if we were the one that um (clears throat) lost it… 

 What is that about?! No really the lines are now open.

Talk to me! I would love to hear your thoughts! Feel free to share as usual. Remember this is a shade free/no judgment zone! Ahhh this should fun and interesting…

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