Every word from your lips is a tactile move on your part. Every reply from mine, renders the same effect. Blissful isn't it. Romance is like chess, and its looking like we may have a stalemate here... Don't misinterpret a single phrase in this note. This is not a piece of poetry. This is my letter to you. I know you'll read this eventually, although I may have to prompt you.
You've said some things. Mostly, just different versions of hello. And from experience talking with you online, I can't really convince myself that you are worth a reply. So, what happens in a game of chess, when one person refuses to move? I'll tell you what happens, the game ends.
I tried to show you I still love you, you drop kicked me in the chest, collapsing my heart... I tried, I tried, I try... and you know what, I am really tired now. Not mad, not annoyed, just tired. What makes this all worse, is that I don't even you know how much I've put right in front of you. So, riddle me this, riddle me that, is it worth my time trying to get you back?
I'm not a perfect guy, but I do strive to be a fairly respectable gentleman. But, you... I'm not even sure if you fit the standard. Maybe you can't grasp what I want. I'm fed up with random sex, 3 month "relationships", bullshit phones calls or messages. And what you did... them over me, with the current situation with me being in the military.... I'm not ready to forgive that; because in my book, that meant they matter more than me. So, please, do me a favor and stop walking on my emotions. It may sound selfish, but if you couldn't manage to give me your time then, why in the hell should you be able to do it now. Find a boy who's willing to get run around on, I value what's left of my sanity too much to sacrifice it on someone who can't even sacrifice a day away from her friends. So, if you want a serious relationship, ask one of them out... I'm not up for sale.
Dammit I hate having to do this, but I'm gonna have to cut you off like most of my other ex-gfs. And now I'm that much lonlier in an already lonely life. Goodbye, I'm all out of hellos.
