Still fucking working on this shit…I just never seem to stop.
FUCK ART! Sounds dastardly blasé.

I should stop doing this already, don’t you think?

Oh yes! Angela told me that you were looking for me, asking questions.
Can you believe it? She finally broke down and gave me your message!
I am completely amused.

She also showed me a picture of you that should be famous.
You are as gorgeous as ever. Obviously taking care of yourself.
Fantastic, my dear.

And you have a new lady in your life who returns your peace? Excellent.
You are getting married too? Whoa! Slow down! What’s the rush?
hehehe :P

I am happy that you are happy, baby.

Occasionally I am tortured, remembering back to the life I threw away with you.
I quit a really great moment to go exist in another one sooner.
Realizing this in hindsight is god damned painful! Grrr!
Maybe ending it quickly was ultimately best?

I know I would have ended up here despite whatever circumstance it took to arrive…
I am too much into living my life this way for more years than I can count.

Words can never accurately describe how sorry I am for leaving you behind though!

You were the only reason I started doing any of this at all.
You speak to me through pictures. I adored your attention so much.
And you seemed genuinely interested.

So, looking back, I can only repeat in reverence, “Thanks for the undying support, my friend.”

I am unable to remember exactly when I lost interest in moving forward with ‘Us’.
The saddest moment spent in recollection, is no knowing when.
I still loved you, even when I left!

A quick jot has now turned into a swan song over here…
But, before I lose my nerve to mention in this letter, I am just going to blurt…

Hearing news of romance rustling your heart, has brought about all of this ugliness.
I am such a fuckhead for wanting what was once mine, but no longer. Gah!

You know…
I deserve all the eye rolling you are doing right about now.
Yes, yes…you did indeed tell me back then, that this day would arrive. You cried, I stomped.
The day I regretted leaving has arrived.

Please excuse me if I am projecting out of line.
I feel lost when I cannot speak truth to you.

“You are sharing your life with someone else now. Boofuckinghoo…”

I knew it was going to happen one day.
Hit me like a wild punch to the face though.
This is probably how you felt when I announced my departure?

UGH! Let’s run away, and go live in Fortuna, AZ.
We’ll get an RV, and hang out on the sand dunes of Yuma!
Yessss, lessdoitt! :)

I think Angela really enjoyed telling me the news. Am I right?
I fail to recall…what were my crimes against her again?
Ah, yes…sharing affections for you is my trespass.

But then…shouldn’t she be thanking me for leaving your ass?
hehehe :D

YOU…
My old lover, who taught me so much…
I learned what loving was with you…and now, only you remain intact within my love.

Best regards for your wedding…
If I could promise that I would not say anything derogatory…I would show up for the festivities.
But, I cannot. SO, on that note, have a great ceremony, and kiss the bride for me ;)

Back to making my ‘stoopit’ collages, and wondering why love never shows up at my door.
MWA!