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greatest break up letter ever!!
Dear Susan :
I know the counsellor said we shouldnt contact each other during our
cooling
off period, but I couldnt wait anymore. The day you left, I swore Id
never
talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me
talking.
Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact.
In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me.
I
guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my prides cost me a lot
of
things. Im tired of pretending I dont miss you. I dont care about
looking
bad anymore. I dont care who makes the first move as long as one of us
does.
Maybe its time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this
is
what my heart says...
Theres no one like you, Susan. I look for you in the eyes and breasts
of
every woman I see, but theyre not you. Theyre not even close. Two weeks
ago,
I met this girl at Ithaca Bar and brought her home with me. I dont say
this
to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She
was
young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and
maybe
a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect
body.
Jugs you wouldnt believe and an ass like a tortoise shell. Every mans
dream,
right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I
thought,
look at the stuff weve made important in our lives. Its all so
superficial.
What does a perfect body mean?
Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes. But you see
what Im
getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better
heart
than my moderately attractive Susan? I doubt it. And Id never really
thought
of that before. I Dont know, maybe Im just growing up a little.
Later, after Id tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I
found
myself thinking, why do I feel so drained and empty? It wasnt just her
flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else.
Some
****ling feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it
hit me.
It didnt feel the same because you werent there, Susan, to watch. Do
you
know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Susan, Im
just
going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.
Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met in Upper Side last year?
Well,
she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I
wasnt
eating right without a woman around. I didnt know what she meant till
later,
but thats not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and
the
next thing you know were banging away in our old bedroom. And this
tarts a
total monster in the sack. Shes giving me everything, you know like a
real
woman does when shes not hung up about her weight or her career and
whether
the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden she spots that tilting mirror
on
your grandmothers old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we
straddle
it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And its totally hot, but it makes
me
sad too. Cause I cant help thinking, Why didnt Susan ever put the
mirror on
the floor? Weve had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never
used it
as a sex aid.
Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I
mean, Vickys just a kid and all, but shes got a pretty good head on her
shoulders and shes been a real friend to me during this painful time.
Shes given me lots of good counsel about you and about women in
general.
She’s pulling for us to get back together, Susan, She really is. So
were
drinking in a hot bath and talking about happier times. Heres this
teenage
girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she
looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And
then
it turns out Vickys really into the whole anal thing and that gets me
to
thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how
that
probably fuelled some of the bitterness between us.
But do you see how even then, when Im thrusting inside your baby
sisters
cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? Its true, Susan. In your
heart
you know it. Dont you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the
grievances and start fresh? I think we can.
If you feel the same please, please, please let me know, otherwise, can
you
let me know where the remote control is.
John
Dear Susan :
I know the counsellor said we shouldnt contact each other during our
cooling
off period, but I couldnt wait anymore. The day you left, I swore Id
never
talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me
talking.
Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact.
In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me.
I
guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my prides cost me a lot
of
things. Im tired of pretending I dont miss you. I dont care about
looking
bad anymore. I dont care who makes the first move as long as one of us
does.
Maybe its time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this
is
what my heart says...
Theres no one like you, Susan. I look for you in the eyes and breasts
of
every woman I see, but theyre not you. Theyre not even close. Two weeks
ago,
I met this girl at Ithaca Bar and brought her home with me. I dont say
this
to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She
was
young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and
maybe
a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect
body.
Jugs you wouldnt believe and an ass like a tortoise shell. Every mans
dream,
right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I
thought,
look at the stuff weve made important in our lives. Its all so
superficial.
What does a perfect body mean?
Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes. But you see
what Im
getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better
heart
than my moderately attractive Susan? I doubt it. And Id never really
thought
of that before. I Dont know, maybe Im just growing up a little.
Later, after Id tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I
found
myself thinking, why do I feel so drained and empty? It wasnt just her
flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else.
Some
****ling feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it
hit me.
It didnt feel the same because you werent there, Susan, to watch. Do
you
know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Susan, Im
just
going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.
Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met in Upper Side last year?
Well,
she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I
wasnt
eating right without a woman around. I didnt know what she meant till
later,
but thats not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and
the
next thing you know were banging away in our old bedroom. And this
tarts a
total monster in the sack. Shes giving me everything, you know like a
real
woman does when shes not hung up about her weight or her career and
whether
the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden she spots that tilting mirror
on
your grandmothers old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we
straddle
it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And its totally hot, but it makes
me
sad too. Cause I cant help thinking, Why didnt Susan ever put the
mirror on
the floor? Weve had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never
used it
as a sex aid.
Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I
mean, Vickys just a kid and all, but shes got a pretty good head on her
shoulders and shes been a real friend to me during this painful time.
Shes given me lots of good counsel about you and about women in
general.
She’s pulling for us to get back together, Susan, She really is. So
were
drinking in a hot bath and talking about happier times. Heres this
teenage
girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she
looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And
then
it turns out Vickys really into the whole anal thing and that gets me
to
thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how
that
probably fuelled some of the bitterness between us.
But do you see how even then, when Im thrusting inside your baby
sisters
cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? Its true, Susan. In your
heart
you know it. Dont you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the
grievances and start fresh? I think we can.
If you feel the same please, please, please let me know, otherwise, can
you
let me know where the remote control is.
John
, i read half of it and then i got bored...
wonder if they ment Ithaca, NY which is kind of close to me.