Open letters to the greatest love I’ve ever known

The Final Straw Today would’ve been our three year anniversary. And had she not aired our dirty laundry on Facebook, we’d still be together. But I really have to wonder whether or not we could’ve been happy together. I can honestly say that I was happy when we were a couple, and it’s definitely the happiest I’ve ever been in any relationship. And although I wasn’t pleased with her constant need for conflict, it wouldn’t have caused me to leave her. I loved her enough to accept it for what it was. She craves that kind of attention, and she probably hates me because I eventually denied her of that. But I really had no choice but to walk away, and I’m finally coming to terms with that decision. I know I made the right choice. And had it not ended when it did, it would surely have ended eventually. I understand now that she just can’t help but push people away when they get too close.  As I had mentioned in my previous entry, I left her because she posted our arguments publicly. S

Dear readers (if I have any),  The more I think about what to write next in this blog, the less of a point I see in doing so. I mean, I haven’t lost sight of the original purpose of why I started this blog, and that still remains my goal. But the person I’m writing about cares so little about me that it’s almost laughable for me to still have any feelings for her whatsoever. But my goal was to get these feelings out into the open, and as pointless as that may be, I’m still hoping that it will do me some good. It’s been a very painful journey for the last three years, and it’s about time I focus on finally healing. And I suppose there’s a part of me that still hopes she’ll find and read these someday. But I’d be fooling myself to actually think it would matter to her. I’ve seen what kind of a person she truly is, and I’ve come to accept that other people’s feelings mean very little to her; especially mine.  Come to think of it, there’s something I should take a moment to clarif