Dear Love (#4)

Dear Love,

Is there anything left to say?

You left me hanging with hope once again.

Saying that maybe I would get another chance in the future.

But the future is not promised.

You know that.

Even still, I let you put the rope around my neck and tighten it.

Before you walked away.

Again.

As time passed, that rope started to loosen.

You weren’t coming back.

Funny how I wanted so desperately to hold onto the one thing that was suffocating me.

Love, why do you torment me so?

A year has passed since the most honest week of our relationship.

And now you say you miss my body.

Love, there is no more chances at saying “goodbye”.

After six and a half years, I thought I might owe you one.

But you could never even give me so much as a hello.

If there is no “we”, there is no “me”.

I can’t be in your life only to entertain.

I gave you chances.

I was never spared one.

You hung me with hope and desire.

I let you.

I have to learn to breathe again.

After I breathed all my life into you.

There is nothing left to say.

No longer yours,

Myself.