Dear KDB,

I know it seemed I was complaining so much in the last days but I had a justifiable reason.

You had changed. I could hardly recognize you. I know I kept asking you if you remembered how you were in the beginning because back then you were attentive, considerate and loving.

I don’t know how or what but you changed. You used to text me in the mornings on your way to work. You’d text me during the day to see how my day was going and you were always down for a phone call in the evenings so we could catch up. Let’s not forget about how you volunteered to take me on tours of the city I’ve lived in for years without never knowing anywhere.

If you were the man from the latter days, I would’ve never fallen for you and I need you to know that. I’m dumb but not that dumb. I know you think we just happened but you were a very willing participant and I think it’s very shitty of you to just up and quit when things got hard.

I hope to someday forgive you for what you did to me. You’ll never truly know what that stunt you pulled did to my mind. I’ve never been this broken before and that’s one thing I can thank you for.

For someone who always wanted the very best for you, you treated extremely poorly. Crazy thing is, you still do and you’ve not realized it.

You see me calling you out on your bad ways as nagging but that’s not what it is. Writing this is even exhausting.

I’ll pen off here. Until later.

Waaba