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I was cleaning around my room the other day and I found an old letter of yours. I knew because I recognized the scratchy handwriting. I could always make out your words, even when no one else could.

It was addressed to "my love." I can't believe that you used to call me that. After four and a half long and agonizing years, I forgot what it was like to be called your lover. I know I shouldn't have, but I decided to read it.

The second I read the words, "I'm sorry," I knew which time period it was. I was a junior in high school, just starting. This was when things started to show signs of failure. It was the time when I knew you were starting to become a stranger to me.

You talked of how sorry you were that you've become so angry. You explained that you never meant to yell or lash out to me. That you didn't know what was coming over you. You don't know what made you push me down, but you felt horrible for it.

I chuckled to myself there. If you truly felt that way at the time, you would have immediately stopped the second the thought came to your mind. But no, you followed through. Not just that day, but the following months to come. Reading your remorseful words was starting to make my stomach churn.

You went on to say that I was the most beautiful person in the world, in your life. I am the most amazing thing that ever walked into your life and I had become the main part of your existence.

Such passion, but the words brought bile in my throat. If that were indeed the case, then you wouldn't have sent those same words to those other girls. You wouldn't have sneaked off to their houses when you told me you were about to pass out. To think you were with so many poor foolish girls, along with myself, made me feel disgusting. To know that your hands, the ones that once made me shriek with ecstasy were the same ones that touched various other bodies. The same hands that stopped being caressing, and turned torturous.

But that wasn't the best part of your letter. "I never want to lose you." I laughed. You lost me long ago, I was too afraid to leave. I was terrified that you would come after me. Now, that you're gone and you've lost me completely, I know that I never once deserved you. You never once deserved me.

I had a mind to marry you once, but the pain you put me through emotionally, mentally, and physically was too much. I left and I'll be damned if I ever have to hear from you again.

The last line, "I love you, Britney. Please believe me and never forget that. I love you with all my heart and I always will."

Guess what? I don't believe you. I haven't believed you for a long time. And I'm glad that I can sit here and say you are just an obstacle that I overcame.

I burned your letter and smiled. I felt no sorrow or pain. I felt peace.

Fuck you.

Description
I was cleaning around my room the other day and I found an old letter of yours. I knew because I recognized the scratchy handwriting. I could always make out your words, even when no one else could.

It was addressed to "my love." I can't believe that you used to call me that. After four and a half long and agonizing years, I forgot what it was like to be called your lover. I know I shouldn't have, but I decided to read it.

The second I read the words, "I'm sorry," I knew which time period it was. I was a junior in high school, just starting. This was when things started to show signs of failure. It was the time when I knew you were starting to become a stranger to me.

You talked of how sorry you were that you've become so angry. You explained that you never meant to yell or lash out to me. That you didn't know what was coming over you. You don't know what made you push me down, but you felt horrible for it.

I chuckled to myself there. If you truly felt that way at the time, you would have immediately stopped the second the thought came to your mind. But no, you followed through. Not just that day, but the following months to come. Reading your remorseful words was starting to make my stomach churn.

You went on to say that I was the most beautiful person in the world, in your life. I am the most amazing thing that ever walked into your life and I had become the main part of your existence.

Such passion, but the words brought bile in my throat. If that were indeed the case, then you wouldn't have sent those same words to those other girls. You wouldn't have sneaked off to their houses when you told me you were about to pass out. To think you were with so many poor foolish girls, along with myself, made me feel disgusting. To know that your hands, the ones that once made me shriek with ecstasy were the same ones that touched various other bodies. The same hands that stopped being caressing, and turned torturous.

But that wasn't the best part of your letter. "I never want to lose you." I laughed. You lost me long ago, I was too afraid to leave. I was terrified that you would come after me. Now, that you're gone and you've lost me completely, I know that I never once deserved you. You never once deserved me.

I had a mind to marry you once, but the pain you put me through emotionally, mentally, and physically was too much. I left and I'll be damned if I ever have to hear from you again.

The last line, "I love you, Britney. Please believe me and never forget that. I love you with all my heart and I always will."

Guess what? I don't believe you. I haven't believed you for a long time. And I'm glad that I can sit here and say you are just an obstacle that I overcame.

I burned your letter and smiled. I felt no sorrow or pain. I felt peace.

Fuck you.