INTJme
Epeolatrist
- Mar 22, 2024
- 336
I plan on writing this down on a birthday card and send it by post. Some statements require context to be better understood but most of it is sarcastic, except for the first line and the last paragraph. She has blocked me everywhere and so there's no other way to contact, not even email. Let me know if it's in bad taste or if it's okay to send.
Here it goes:
I wished things between us had ended differently, xyz, because I did genuinely love you and, agonisingly, still do as I write this. But, if not mine, at least your wish did come true. Not sure if news has already reached your shores but I'm probably (and hopefully) dead.
I was the source of all your problems, which is what you led everyone, including yourself, to believe, so now that I'm gone you'll surely have an amazing life going forward just how it was before I ruined everything for you.
I hope you find a husband who would instantly reply to your texts whenever you feel anxious or bored at work, helps you with your finances, job interviews, salary negotiations, personal growth, exercising, cooks for you, comforts you when you're on your period, has the same goals in terms of family, has an amazing "touch" and in general, believes in you and your potential while maintaining 100% personal integrity and authenticity.
Don't get me wrong now, I'd been suicidal many a times before I met you but never had the courage to act on it. I think my earlier experience with love somewhat made me believe there's still some hope and that stupid book by Viktor Frankl further strengthened that belief. Also, your belief that my depression will get better with cranial therapy by your grandma and better treatment options in the US gave me further hope. Unfortunately, much like all your other promises, these never materialised either.
But thanks for showing me the true nature of our love and relationship. It has finally relieved me from my faulty belief system and given me the courage needed to do what I should've much earlier.
Auf Wiedersehen, meine Liebe.
Here it goes:
I wished things between us had ended differently, xyz, because I did genuinely love you and, agonisingly, still do as I write this. But, if not mine, at least your wish did come true. Not sure if news has already reached your shores but I'm probably (and hopefully) dead.
I was the source of all your problems, which is what you led everyone, including yourself, to believe, so now that I'm gone you'll surely have an amazing life going forward just how it was before I ruined everything for you.
I hope you find a husband who would instantly reply to your texts whenever you feel anxious or bored at work, helps you with your finances, job interviews, salary negotiations, personal growth, exercising, cooks for you, comforts you when you're on your period, has the same goals in terms of family, has an amazing "touch" and in general, believes in you and your potential while maintaining 100% personal integrity and authenticity.
Don't get me wrong now, I'd been suicidal many a times before I met you but never had the courage to act on it. I think my earlier experience with love somewhat made me believe there's still some hope and that stupid book by Viktor Frankl further strengthened that belief. Also, your belief that my depression will get better with cranial therapy by your grandma and better treatment options in the US gave me further hope. Unfortunately, much like all your other promises, these never materialised either.
But thanks for showing me the true nature of our love and relationship. It has finally relieved me from my faulty belief system and given me the courage needed to do what I should've much earlier.
Auf Wiedersehen, meine Liebe.