Dear Love: Second Letter

Dear Love,

I am writing you again but this time everything has changed. I no longer wonder where you went or wish you would come back. I think you never visited me a first time. Maybe I imagined it because I wanted it to be true. Or maybe you were just a ghost who haunted me day and night. Whatever the case, I will no longer await your visits and wear my heart on my sleve like some fool. I am officially over you. It feels so good to say it now. I never thought I would honestly mean it but after last night, I realize that you were not worth it. You were not worth it then and you are not worth it now. The things I did for you are crazy and I see today that I was blinded by you.

FinalGood-Bye
Sandra