The Last E-mail

Today I received another one of your e-mails, the last one according to you. Guess since the one month anniversary of our breakup day is almost here, I suppose it was about time.

I have to admit that it hurts. I keep it quiet. I keep it to myself. Love is hard and very painful. I can't tell anyone it hurts. None of them will ever understand. I know I am better off, but we were together for two years. I can let you know, even though you have no idea I write here, that I have loved you with all my heart. I'll miss your non-stop doses of kisses, the way I would fit perfectly in your arms when you would hug me, sleeping on your chest, all those beautiful moments we only you and I existed. Te amo un millon bebe y con todo mi corazon. Te amo mucho. Bye.

It Hurts

I'm playing it tough and sometimes I think it doesn't hurt, but sometimes it does. My heart aches. Why? Just wish it would have been different. I just wish that your actions would been a reflection of your words. I wish so many things. I just hope that you have a wonderful life, that you do not end with the same fate as your parents and that you find happiness somewhere. I have really loved you. Bye.

Too much

There is so much i could say right now, but just not worth one bit. I am so fucking tired of all the fighting, even after we broke up. What the fuck is wrong here? Why can't you just leave me alone and forget me? WHY?

I'm tired, exhausted and up to my fucking head with all this nonsense. BULLSHIT!! I just want to be left the fuck alone. GO TO HELL ASSHOLE!