Dear... J (a different J than the other writer, probably)
Speaking of letters, I wonder how many women miss you and cherish their time with you the way I do.
When I look around on this site, I read letters from broken hearts that sound like they've come from me, but I know I didn't write them. We are all the same. I thought I had something special with you, but in reality, many people's hearts are broken and many people cannot forget that special person to them. Because we can't remove ourselves from attachments.
You aren't the one for me. I wasn't ready. And I lost you when I had that one chance to snag your heart.
I cannot blame anyone but myself, and I'm so ashamed to battle these demons I've been battling for years.
I'm in so much pain and only a fraction of it is your fault.
I hate this and I hate myself. I don't even hate you, I hate myself. Under all the damage between us was me, stupid ugly old me, stupid me!
It can never be. I know it can never be. It was not meant to be. It never was.
I...