Dear You,

I've written this letter a hundred times, would have emailed you after I left... but I really wanted it to be the end; right here right now.

I'm not going to wad up the whole pad of paper expressing my feelings, I know you'd get lost in the rhetoric. That's something I can't afford... furthermore, I want you to understand these words, read them over and over again if you have to.

I'm leaving you - now. Today.
Don't let it come as a great shock, you knew I'd disappear again. This wasn't an easy decision to make you know; I made friends here... good friends.
If you were standing here in front of me you would talk of therapy, and my need for a hobby or bad habit. I want you to know I talked to my support group of friends near and far who warned me of the potential for heartbreak. I don't do heartbreak well.

I will leave a piece of me behind here and there. A constant reminder of how you didn't want me around... to hear my opinions, know my likes and dis-likes, enjoy my playfulness. Utimately to know I was human just like you - and not a trophy.

So here is where I make my exit, disappear... saunter off into the sunset. Blend behind the masses of people as I slip away; never to be seen or heard from again. Conceptually pleasing for you, reality-sick for me.

You won't miss me, and it's a sick thing; but you know that's true.
In fact, as I slip further and further away from you... and closer and closer to my closet... The memory will fade and I will become submersed once again... Back to the beginning when you met me.


But will we start over then? I wonder. probably not.

I thank you for the time to shine through when you allowed it. You were amazing and everything i had asked for (sometimes). But now I need to stop, because I'm running out of room on the paper.

If you ever feel me there, watching you from the dark shadows of the room at night... it's because I am.


Good bye You,
Emma