Dear McKay,
I promise to stop daydreaming about what use to be, I’ll stop bringing your name up in casual conversations about summer, love and loneliness…
I promise to never forget how you made me feel so when the time comes to love another man I’ll look back at the scars you left and remember just how hard I fell for you.
Dear McKay,
I promise to stop calling and asking for my heart back, you see, this gaping hole in the middle of my chest serves as a warning to all men… that I have loved, like the stars have loved the sky. And I have hurt like mothers mourning their dead babies but I have survived… bruised and battered like a victorious boxer because I am a fighter. And I refuse to lose to the haunting memories of our past, no longer will I taste defeat on how you stole my innocence… and like a worn out blanket you pulled at my seems till I was a bundle of seems left mangled like dirty laundry locked in the closet of our past.
Dear McKay,
I promise to start forwarding all your drunken calls, see I was taught that when the past calls to let it go to voicemail because it has nothing new to say, and there’s nothing new you can say, to me, that’ll ever make me believe that you ever cared. I hate how with one touch I lose all self-respect for a man that couldn’t even promise me tomorrow.
Dear McKay,
I promise to stop asking myself why I was never good enough, just like you stopped returning my calls. And like a bouquet of balloons filled with all my unanswered questions I promise to just… Let. It. All. Go. Because this heartbreak feels like dying roses wilting to the pit of my stomach and I can no longer stomach the fact that you left me here. Like shattered glass on the floor, with my heart in your hand you walked out that door never looking back on the mess that you made of me.
Dear McKay,
I promise to stop being your puppet and to cut the ties that once held us together cause balloons deflate, flowers procreate and all love letters end.