Many of us can’t sleep most nights. It is human to be curious and stroll through the Stranger’s I Saw U seeking redemption or perhaps validation from another parallel dimension. I for one, know she is not missing me. I’ve made my peace with our past. She has of late, occupies my thoughts. I find myself in a conundrum, a current relationship mirrors our once was, yet this is an open relationship mutually agreed upon. And we talk, I never could really talk to you. I tried and my insecurities default. I know now that I didn’t want to share you through your sexual exploration. A journey that left remnants of bitterness and anger. Fortunately, time heals and breadcrumbs on my salad is no longer a trigger. I can understand the why of your choices. Fucking is a great stress reliever too.
As for my hand written letter, it will never be read by you. The chapter has ended. All of it authentic and brutally honest. It’s neither here nor there.
Her mourning coffee 