Dear Mr. Ex,

An open letter to my Ex.

Dear Mr. Ex,

Why. A simple word yet filled with such powerful meaning. Why did you choose me? Was I the last on the list? The last hope? The last journey that you would walk. My footprint on your heart was to heavy to be burden with. Why was walking together in the distance so bad? Maybe I was the wrong path to take. I wasn't the one.

How. How could you walk away? After all this time of embedding our lives, how could this be it. Was this the end of our contract agreement? Was there a non-negotiable closure that couldn't be argued? I want to know. How could you hurt someone so much with just a simple whisper of devotion. How could this be the last conversation.

What. What was the thing that sent you overboard. What was so enormously awful that you couldn't ignore. Was it my endless kindness that made you leap into the waves of change? Or maybe my unconditionally love that showered you like the spray of the sea? The vision of us I had for the future? Just you and me, forever in the sea of commitment.

Where. Where could this heat of resistance lead you? Where do you go now? To the depths of boiling passion in the arms of another perhaps? It must be better than our sweltering passion. Our inferno reached so far but dwindled overtime. Our love sizzled out. It's ignition reached the pits of searing that it burned you to greatly. Leaving me nothing but in ashes.

Or maybe I was the one. Maybe that's what scared you away! You were so incredible captivated by me that it frightened you. It frightened you that I could have been the one. The women you end up with at night, the one you wake up to, and the one that is always in the your thoughts. The image taunted you. Pulling at every fiber of your heart but yet...not enough. Not enough to make you endure more seasons of love with me.