A Letter to my Lost Love
My dearest, Desmond.
The thought of you comes to me every day, usually during the night. It baffles me, how easy people give up. How easily you gave up. You are good at so many things, I would have thought you to also be good at romance. However, you are not competitive. Once things got hard, you soared away at the first sign of a competition. The worst part being, all you had to do, was talk to me. You only had to tell me, "honey, we need to work on some things." and I would have listened. I know you love me, I know forgetting me will be damn near impossible for you. I know, for a fact, that you miss me. So, why are you fleeing? Why do you wait? Why do you stand still? Life is not a movie, and I am enraged that you think otherwise. I can't offer you puppies and kittens and rainbows, because I am realistic. We will fight and argue, like every couple does. At some point you need to understand that life is not like the romantic comedies you see daily. At some point, you will have to see that love does not come easy, and more importantly, love is commitment. I fear that once you've come to that realization, I will no longer be awaiting you. I have tried and tried and tried, but you refuse to mature and make this, make us work. All because you flee at any sign of a challenge. That will either make or break you. Since it caused our failure, I'm sure that it is breaking you. I am a wonderful young woman, and you will understand that once I've moved on. So, good luck to you. I wish you nothing but the best.