my reply...
dear vanessa priscilla ochoa.. or was it jihanna? or jade espaletta? we talked for 9 months..
and on december 17, 2004... i went to a show.
saw one of my favorite bands at the time... throwdown.
when i left that show... i made a very important decision in my life. that decision was... to end our relationship.. as friends, lovers, whatever YOUD like to call us. yea... weeks after that i thought of maybe... give you a chance to be friends and possibly shoot for something better in my future. but i chose to give my time to yvonne... which was a bad choice.
every few months youd message me and say "hey whats up? ive missed you. ive missed us".
i came to a decision a very long time ago... and time and time again ive chosen to stick by it.
no. i will not dedicate my time to you (by whatever alias you choose to go by that week). the "dreams" you had... of us.. me being the musician i wanted to be, of us having a family... little jade lauren nicholas dalton and ryan matthew... i wish... that to never happen EVER. i came to believe (or realize from my side) that everything you ever told me... was complete and utter bullshit. about your dad trying to murder you. about you trying to kill youself. the mental hospital, the rape, the abortion, ALL OF IT... is complete fiction that you wrote very well. im not bothered by what im saying... im not nervous... im not sad and crying that i have to finally say these words. im stoic... but internally i am fucking glad im finally saying this.
i took you out of life along time ago. and though i havent had the emotional high (and lows) i had when i talked to you... im more happy than i ever have been.
so continue to miss everything we once had... itll only be a memory... because those days are long forgotten... at least by me.
goodnight.
and on december 17, 2004... i went to a show.
saw one of my favorite bands at the time... throwdown.
when i left that show... i made a very important decision in my life. that decision was... to end our relationship.. as friends, lovers, whatever YOUD like to call us. yea... weeks after that i thought of maybe... give you a chance to be friends and possibly shoot for something better in my future. but i chose to give my time to yvonne... which was a bad choice.
every few months youd message me and say "hey whats up? ive missed you. ive missed us".
i came to a decision a very long time ago... and time and time again ive chosen to stick by it.
no. i will not dedicate my time to you (by whatever alias you choose to go by that week). the "dreams" you had... of us.. me being the musician i wanted to be, of us having a family... little jade lauren nicholas dalton and ryan matthew... i wish... that to never happen EVER. i came to believe (or realize from my side) that everything you ever told me... was complete and utter bullshit. about your dad trying to murder you. about you trying to kill youself. the mental hospital, the rape, the abortion, ALL OF IT... is complete fiction that you wrote very well. im not bothered by what im saying... im not nervous... im not sad and crying that i have to finally say these words. im stoic... but internally i am fucking glad im finally saying this.
i took you out of life along time ago. and though i havent had the emotional high (and lows) i had when i talked to you... im more happy than i ever have been.
so continue to miss everything we once had... itll only be a memory... because those days are long forgotten... at least by me.
goodnight.