THIS SHIT ALWAYS HAPPENS


so, this is it. two years i've waited for you. who even knows if you'll read this. whatever. it's very clear to me now that you really don't want to have a relationship with me when all is said and done. i may seem to you like someone who thinks that you're sleeping around, at least that's what you've said to me.

no, i don't think you're "sleeping around" . . . i think you've found someone else to be with. someone who lives closer to you . . . someone who is there for you right when you need her. someone probably younger than me . . .

what you do need to know is, i really wanted to be with you, and still do. it was hard for me to tell you everything i wanted to .. . you were still married and i felt like i needed to wait. i wanted to tell you that you were the most beautiful man i had ever seen, really. you were in my fucking dreams . and i found you.

you had no reason whatsoever that time at our friend's house to think i didn't want to be with you. it's all i wanted. your body is the most beautiful body i've ever seen. the way you made me feel when you made love to me was the best i've ever felt, ever. i will never get over you. never. i just hate this feeling . . .

not seeing you in over two months has taken it's toll. i'm not doing this anymore, it hurts too much. i have no patience, it's not fair to my son. you could have called me tonight. even if you're with someone . . . found a few minutes to just say hi, i have my new car.

this shit always happens . . . every year around my birthday -- why do i have such shit luck? i sometimes wonder what the hell i did that was so fucking bad to deserve shit like this, it must have been something so awful that it has been erased from my mind.

goodbye and good luck. i hope you have found what will make you happy. keep up being a good dad and a good ex-husband.



the love letter collection
submitted 8:15 AM EST
sunday, november 4, 2007