李二狗 — @Meniny
My dear… And whoever else reads this. Ain't like I can stop you.
I'm labelling this letter as if written to a stranger. We'll be strangers to each other from now on.
We said everything that needed to be said to each other, and despite how weird the conversation got in some parts, I could draw a conclusion from the whole thing:
We can't be together.
I… I don't know if there's something wrong on my end. I tried to be as truthful as possible. I did everything by the book. I tried to make you happy within my limited means, given… Everything.
In any case, it doesn't matter. We're strangers from now on.
What little time we could share together felt as if I had finally found the sense of safety that has eluded me for almost my entire life. I'm thankful for it, far beyond what I can express through words.
For now, after I'm done feeling sorry for myself, I'll be doing what I was doing before we met. Setting up for whoever will take your place. They won't be you, but only time will tell if that's for better or for worse.
That involves cleaning up my immediate vicinity, regardless of who made the mess in the first place. It will take time, cleaning products, hired help… And that's without mentioning any vermin stuck in unseen places… Ugh.
Anyway, I wrote this letter as a way to bring closure to myself, and to whoever is following my misadventures.
I still love you, but I guess I'll have to let it fade.
