My Fourth Letter to My Heartbreaker

You will not see me here, and I will not see you out, not ever, because no good can come of that at this point. You basically made it quite clear that it wouldn't.

I failed you, and for that I'm sorry. For all of my meager means, compared to yours, all I wanted to do was to make you as happy as you make me. Infatuation? Maybe. But writing to you here is the only way I can handle the heartbreak of that infatuation and the irreparably broken bond between us, formed within such a short time. Our meeting was one of the most magical moments of my life, and our first night out was one of the best nights of my life. I will never forget them. The messages you sent to me soon became the highlight of my day, and the pet names you had for me made me feel...loved. Not just loved, but like a man; I felt as though my time for true love had come after so long.

Am I going crazy? Maybe. Based off of what some people say about me, my 'going mad' is a long time coming. But if that's true, I'm almost glad that you're the one who finally pushed me over the edge rather than another job loss, a death in the family, or bad news from the doctor because I'm a smoker.

Did I dodge a bullet with you because of your flaws? Maybe. I can't tell what the future holds for you in the positive or the negative. What is certain now is that your future doesn't include me...so I'll never know how happy or miserable we could've made each other. I only know that I wish I had the opportunity to find out.

On Facebook, I see so many happy couples sending...