Hey
Bit of background:
I was with this girl for a year. I thought she was the one I would marry someday, and she did too. After a month apart, I still think she is. We were unofficially engaged, and discussed our future together sometimes.
A lot of our time together was long distance, which was hard enough already. When we met she was having sex with one of her roommates, and although that stopped when we got together (I 100% believe her on this), they remained friends and she refused to move out, although I was very uncomfortable with the situation. In addition she spent a VERY large portion of her free time talking and getting close to troubled people online, mostly guys. She never technically cheated on me, but her sense of interpersonal boundaries was skewed to say the least, which led to our eventual break up. I told her we we're 100% through, no contact. She said she hoped we could be together some day, and she would always be there to talk. She is a smart, artistic girl, and we were extremely compatible except for her lack of understanding that exclusivity was both physical (she was barely acceptable here) and emotional (very open and in love with me, but no boundaries whatsoever when it came to how far she should let other people into her life - this wasn't controlling boyfriend stuff, she wanted everyone and anyone to love her, even if I was special. This was extremely painful since we weren't even sharing a physical space most of the time. She was lonely and unloved as a kid, and I think that has a lot to do with it).
Anyways, in the last month I tried to contact her a few times and she hasn't replied, but indicated in other ways she doesn't want things to continue now. A lot of the anger and disappointment I was feeling has given way to the love I've always had for her, and I really feel like she's "the one". Many days I dream about her, and in the few moments between sleep and wakefulness I'm so excited to see her, and I have no resentment in my heart. Then I remember she's gone, possibly forever, and remember why, and get so sad and confused. I know they say people don't change, and she was cruel and emotionally abusive at times, but god damn I love her. I can only hope those feelings might still be alive for her, and she might come back having learned some things. I'm going to wait another month before doing anything, after which I'll send her a letter if she still hasn't gotten in touch with me and I still want to. Here's what I'm working on. It's somewhat bizarre and morbid, I suppose, but that was always our style. Any thoughts on how to improve it would be very appreciated.
Hi _____,
Writing that alone is enough to bring tears to my eyes. The sense of loss I feel whenever I think of your name, or come across something you gave me is immense. I feel hollow lately. All the skin and bones fit together to give the appearance of a living human being. The structural supports stand firm, and sometimes the lips even smile or laugh. But underneath it all, when I'm alone, my soul is lost in grief. It trudges through its mortal frame, at the brink of a frigid death, searching always for warmth but finding none. It seeks the girl it found in the darkness long ago, but finds only the shadow of her memory, a bit of displaced snow where they once sat together, or a series of dots and dashes that she made to tell him they were in love.
It feels as though I�ve been severed in two, and then each piece that remained turned upon itself, clawing and biting and bleeding until nothing is left but the single glowing ember where my heart used to be. It is the last remnant of myself. It is my core, my spirit, my essence. It is also the first place which was coaxed alight by your kindness and love. I live in hope of the day that the fire might be rekindled.
I swore myself to you, and gave my heart over. With you it has stayed. I will always love you. Whether that love will be returned or come to fruition is up to you, and me, and fate, but the feelings I have for you are eternal, as are the things I promised you. I fear that your name will be exhaled with my last breath, regardless of the others I tread this path with. I fear that as my battered soul is ripped from my corpse and thrown to the abyss, it will be your image, your scent, your touch that I will long for in the instant before obliteration. These thoughts terrorize my dreams, and when I wake I reach to touch you. I expect the comfort of your warmth to banish these nightmares, but instead I find the chill of death, mocking me with not only with impermanence, but also with eternity: an eternity of loss and loneliness for my spirit.
I know you felt this way once. We could never quite tell who was more in love because of the boundless nature of the joy we found in each other. These feelings were once yours, and I hope they have remained so. I know if they have, though, they are guarded in some dark corner under lock and key.
You�ve heard me speak these words about someone else when we were nothing more than friends. When I spoke them first they were an illusion. When I speak them about you I know them to be true.
I was made for you.
But now I�m scared you weren�t made for me.
You were the most important thing in my life. You were my center. We both hurt each other very badly. I don�t think we have to again. I hope that perhaps in the past month your feelings have changed, or will change some day in the future. I believe in us, and I hope that we will live again, united, whether for one year or fifty.
I think what always made me so angry was that I knew the love was there for both of us, but I didn�t understand how, that being the case, you lacked the commitment, devotion, or desire for a true partnership to forge those feelings into a life. If someday you�re single and looking for a devoted ally, partner, and friend I hope you�ll give me an opportunity to get to know you again. I�m sure It's not just me who remembers how happy we were together, and how much we did to support each other and better our lives.
If you ever want just a friend, I would be happy to give that my best shot as well.
My heart breaks again every day for you. I remember how much we loved each other, and I don�t want to let that die.
Thanks for reading.
Yours forever,
X.
Any insight into how you might feel reading this, or tips on what I could improve would be amazing.
Thanks for reading guys.
EDIT: I forgot to mention, I'm 20 and she's 25, if that means anything :p