For the record I know what I’ve done. Do u? I picked apart my heart, shed tears, beat up my body, and bruised my soul, cried till my tears left a trail of undeniable, deep, sorrowful remnants of what was. Our love! What I’ve tried so hard to preserve has spoiled right before my eyes. Despite my efforts, I conclude it s done. Our love it’s over. Now I’m not saying I don’t love u but not like before, not like I should, could or would love too. Something had been ripped from the lining of my heart and the best seamstress couldn’t mend what’s been taken away. Everyday I try to get back what’s missing but to no avail everyday I fail and I jus come to this unbearable, sickening, debilitating reality; it’s over.

For the record I once loved you like I never thought I could or would or should have to again. I mean u were my only weakness. Ur feet id kiss. I adored your smile and was sucker for ur tears. I encouraged you; I tried to be ur best friend. I wasn’t perfect but I tried to be what u needed. I pleaded for Ur attention not to mention your understanding if no one knew me I hope it would be u that did. From the beginning if we look back we could see the first crack in the class that has spider webbed in to a leaking mess, every crack and slit has no way of being corrected. It is what it is so I must do what I must and throw it away, it can’t hold my love anymore and everyday more of me leaks out. I hope u understand I’m jus trying to be a man and do what I’ve put off so long. Scared to give u up for fear this decision was wrong, fear that the next may make me regret, and id miss what I had. But I’ll never know if what I feel is real if I don’t take a chance and dance with this dainty, flirty, delicate, hard, lying bitch called fate. sometimes she can leave u in want, leave u wishing for what u once had but sometimes she’s good as good as ur first nut, good as ur first candy apple at ur first carnival, good as a strawberry and chocolate dipped pretty foot on my lips, teasing my mouth and the other one down south, that’s good. Well it is to me and to me I have to be good and true. No longer can I jus think about you when you’re not thinking about me. So let us be grateful for what we had. The good and the bad let us learn from grow into better people. Live to teach those after, that life isn’t always about love and laughter. Sometimes it about hurt and sorrow and tomorrow bring us to today. I love u baby but it jus that time to say goodbye, because it’s over.

A lot of this u wont understand which makes me know this is right, u still don’t get where I’m coming from, u don’t know me deeply like u should. Know what makes me tick. Know how to dance around my heart, make it flutter; tease my lips with a daily smile just from a good morning or a un trying vibe. We don’t vibe. Commonness of heart simply aint there no need to try to make it exist what I need, is jus there. Nothing to work on or force, we both know it won’t last if it aint us. I doubt I fit your mold either: that don’t make me a bad dude nor u a bad woman, jus not good for one another. That’s life, and u as my wife has served its purpose, run its course. Of course I wish u the best and much happiness and success. God will bless us both if we remain true to him and our selves. So right now I can’t even care about what others think or say I jus gotta do what I feel and go my way. It’s over.