Temporary Post
Well, I guess she wrapped up everything. I don't really have a problem posting this here, it's over and the only people who'd see it are people I know. It's not like this even boarders being personal (you'll see why).
Chris,
I know that you've probably been wondering when I was going to respond to your e-mail. For the past few weeks I've been wavering back and forth, wondering whether I made the right decision. Perhaps though, there is no "right" answer to this situation. Life is a series of choices, and everyone, makes choices, both good and bad which will affect the rest of their lives. Maybe one day I will look back on all of this and regret my decision, but right now I truly believe with all of my heart, that this is the right choice for both of us. Being a friend and a girlfriend to you for the past few years has been one of the most rewarding and exiciting experiences of my life so far. You are a wonderful person: extremely loyal and giving of yourself; always willing to do anything for the people you care about. That's one of the things I like most about you. You came into my life at a time when both of us were trying to figure out what we needed in life. You were there for me when no one else was, and I always felt a connection with you, unlike with anyone else. Love is a crazy and confusing thing. It's one of those images that you have in your mind of what you want it to be and what you imagine it to be. But. I also think that love is something that we can try and talk ourselves into. Like placing a round peg in a square hole, sometimes two people don't fit well together. You are a really great guy and someone who I care about. You are the perfect guy, but I don't think that we're perfect for each other. There was a time when I was romantically interested in you; you were never just a social prop. Frankly, I can't believe that you thought I was that shallow. But, it would be cruel, wrong and uncaring for me to continue to date you knowing that you envision a different end. I don't believ it was my "fear of commitment" which led me to discontinue our relationship. I want you to be happy, and I think that you will be much happier in the end with someone who loves you as much as you love her. I know that person is out there, but that person is not me. For a relationship to be truly successfull, both people must be equally committed. I hope that you find someone who will steal your heart as much as you've stolen hers.
----------Christina
Am I the only one who found that cliché, trite, and insincere. Maybe I'm wrong, but that seems almost type-fitted, a simple, generic breakup letter. I really wish I could have her back, I really do. You know that feeling someone gets when they repeatedly punch you in the gut (but then again, not all of you have had a roommate who did punch you in the gut repeatedly shouting "fagot" as loud as he could, but then again, some people are bigots), it feels like that. I guess I'm the only one who cries when reading this. I hadn't cried literally since 6th grade (I was 12) until after she left me. Wow, isn't that sad, it takes something significant like this in my life for me to even shed an emotion. It's now been three and a half weeks; my focus has been shot (you should see me at corps, I can't even count right). Oh well, I'll continue griping for a bit more until I learn to forget, then move on.
Sarcasm heals all wounds. Too bad it heals them in the same sense as putting a burning, hot iron over a gash in your skin. I sarcasmed her out of my system, and three weeks later I get this in my e-mail and it just opens right up.
Haha, and my legions of boys are gone too ;)
On that pleasant note, I'll probably modify this post later, I'm writing this in a rush because it's time to leave for corps. Acorn (hehe, I've had worse nicknames) is ready for 4 sets of oral sex. Ummm...I mean 69s, wait...that doesn't help either. I'll explain later.
Back Mond
Chris,
I know that you've probably been wondering when I was going to respond to your e-mail. For the past few weeks I've been wavering back and forth, wondering whether I made the right decision. Perhaps though, there is no "right" answer to this situation. Life is a series of choices, and everyone, makes choices, both good and bad which will affect the rest of their lives. Maybe one day I will look back on all of this and regret my decision, but right now I truly believe with all of my heart, that this is the right choice for both of us. Being a friend and a girlfriend to you for the past few years has been one of the most rewarding and exiciting experiences of my life so far. You are a wonderful person: extremely loyal and giving of yourself; always willing to do anything for the people you care about. That's one of the things I like most about you. You came into my life at a time when both of us were trying to figure out what we needed in life. You were there for me when no one else was, and I always felt a connection with you, unlike with anyone else. Love is a crazy and confusing thing. It's one of those images that you have in your mind of what you want it to be and what you imagine it to be. But. I also think that love is something that we can try and talk ourselves into. Like placing a round peg in a square hole, sometimes two people don't fit well together. You are a really great guy and someone who I care about. You are the perfect guy, but I don't think that we're perfect for each other. There was a time when I was romantically interested in you; you were never just a social prop. Frankly, I can't believe that you thought I was that shallow. But, it would be cruel, wrong and uncaring for me to continue to date you knowing that you envision a different end. I don't believ it was my "fear of commitment" which led me to discontinue our relationship. I want you to be happy, and I think that you will be much happier in the end with someone who loves you as much as you love her. I know that person is out there, but that person is not me. For a relationship to be truly successfull, both people must be equally committed. I hope that you find someone who will steal your heart as much as you've stolen hers.
----------Christina
Am I the only one who found that cliché, trite, and insincere. Maybe I'm wrong, but that seems almost type-fitted, a simple, generic breakup letter. I really wish I could have her back, I really do. You know that feeling someone gets when they repeatedly punch you in the gut (but then again, not all of you have had a roommate who did punch you in the gut repeatedly shouting "fagot" as loud as he could, but then again, some people are bigots), it feels like that. I guess I'm the only one who cries when reading this. I hadn't cried literally since 6th grade (I was 12) until after she left me. Wow, isn't that sad, it takes something significant like this in my life for me to even shed an emotion. It's now been three and a half weeks; my focus has been shot (you should see me at corps, I can't even count right). Oh well, I'll continue griping for a bit more until I learn to forget, then move on.
Sarcasm heals all wounds. Too bad it heals them in the same sense as putting a burning, hot iron over a gash in your skin. I sarcasmed her out of my system, and three weeks later I get this in my e-mail and it just opens right up.
Haha, and my legions of boys are gone too ;)
On that pleasant note, I'll probably modify this post later, I'm writing this in a rush because it's time to leave for corps. Acorn (hehe, I've had worse nicknames) is ready for 4 sets of oral sex. Ummm...I mean 69s, wait...that doesn't help either. I'll explain later.
Back Mond