Letter to ex-boyfriend to be opened in the next world.
Pete,
Thanks to you—I don’t want anything to do with Italian(s). I won’t even put Italian dressing on my salad anymore. The only thing I miss is your cappuccino maker—but I could buy one myself. The cherry wine in the espresso was nice too.
I thought I loved you, but I was in love with your lifestyle. I had more in common with you than anyone else. I miss watching stock market movements with you and reading your Wall Street Journal.
I was miserable with you. You used me. You were on and off. You wanted to see other people. Maybe you were also gay or involved in risky sexual relationships.
You pushed me away the last time I saw you. THEN you called me nonstop. Smartly, I refused to answer the phone. I visualized the phone was on fire. I was in pain—my heart had a hole in it. I couldn’t take you anymore.
I remember a time when I thought it was my imagination, but you punched me in the stomach. You tried to drown me—I thought. I lost myself in you.
MAYBE in another life I’d like you to tell me what your motives were back then. I would’ve married you. I couldn’t have lived with you because I lost myself.
If you are reading this, you are in the next world.
A cat will last you longer than a man will anyday.
