Dear Sir,

Dear Sir,

It seems time has run out. Or more importantly, we have. I have nothing left to give you. Nothing else you could want. And I have the sinking suspicion that you are experiencing the same conundrum. 

Words have always been everything to me. My sanctuary, my building blocks, my sword and shield. I have been blessed with the decent ability to assemble them in coherent formations; and for that I am forever grateful. But at this time, I am deeply sorry that I have none to give you. No excuses to create, no reasons I can give you that I haven't before.

This is really it; isn't it? I am ready for it. It has been five years. We've had a good run of nothing that was laced with eternity. I held onto this with a vice-like "love grip" for so long. But you were right. I'm ashamed to admit it. I am too disgusted to deny or ignore it though. We have reached an impasse known as truth. And if we're going to be truthful with one another; I can't help but feel it must start with similar actions to ourselves. 

I don't love you anymore. Because I am not the person who fell in love with you anymore. And for all of the emotional writhing in agony and despair; I stand here- at this moment; completely different. I was considering this, and wondering why I felt an odd sort of closing melon collie rightness to the end of this era. 

Because that's what I think it was. I did love you once. Not just once. But then we meant more to each other because we were more than people. We were perspectives; concepts; emotions with faces. Within us lives a time. Within us lived love- frozen in its stead. 

I'm glad to see that we can both recognize and come to terms with this. We housed the intangible within and between us for so long. But the people that represented that- the pillars that upheld it- are non-existent. After all- time is a funny thing. It can be wasted, labelled, quantified, divided; hell it can even be lost. But we'd be like every other foolish mortal to think that it could be stopped or control. 

Thank you for sharing it with me in the capacity we have. Thank you for letting me go.

Sincerely,

Thankful