the only thing im missing is postage

the only thing im missing is postage

Dear Lost Lover,
I don't think it's nessicary to address you by name, because by the time you open this, I do believe you're face will've been writen all over it.
I'm not happy with they way things are going and have gone in the not so distant past. And having absolutly no body right now makes it even harder to tell you no. I don't know how you do it, but you always end up squeezing yourself back into my life, and more recently, back into my dreams.

I meant it when I told you that you disgusted me. Because you do. Same goes for the things you've done.
I wonder if she knows about everything you used to tell me.

Doubt it. You're an expert liar.

I will admitt to you,
that I love you. I love you very much. But I don't miss you. I don't miss the way you would lie to me, I don't miss the way you would avoid me when there was a problem, I don't miss the way you made me cry.
You were the only one, who could actually hurt my feelings. And you did it very, very well.
But you no longer have that kind of power over me either.
I love you, but the only thing I'm missing is postage.
Though to be honest, you make me want to hate you.

I'm no longer wrapped around your finger. I'm sick of being here for you when it's convienient for your schedual.
I don't know how much longer that'll work for mine.
I won't be here forever, and until now, you didn't know that.

But I'm right here, right now.
So, if there's something you'd like to say to me, now would be the time to say it.

Sincerly,
Rachel Silva




PS,
Even though I've moved on, and even though I don't think about you as much as I used to, there are bits and pieces of you that will always be apart me.

I guess at one point I was your better half.
But I took that half and ran away with, didn't I.
I left with everything good. Now all you've got, is the bad.
And for your sake, I hope that turnes around eventually.