My dear Ex, we were the end of us and yes, I share the blame.

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We were good from the start — the first few months, our ships were in sync as we sailed together, precious memories created…till you rocked us, disrupted our “chi” — relationship between the wind and the ocean’s surface — you brought the storm on us.

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We had no choice but to let the anchor down hoping it holds; it held and we weathered-the-storm…but when you were ready to sail again, you found out my ship had already sailed…sadly


You called me out a number of times; I heard the ahoy and tried to turn back the hand of time but it was far fetched (you can’t force what won’t be)…the tides — the “things” that were always hard to forget — disrupted my flow back to you…I tried (maybe I should have tried harder or maybe not)

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In all sincerity (with my right hand raised) it was too hard to be back where we were — where everything was good — and even in the midst of the raging storm…I brought someone new on board, and we sailed together in secret (because she had a partner)


Out of everything I know how to do (apart from reciting the sailor’s creed) I do not know how to end something that was good (or thought was good), so I played along with my mindset on “the end is near”; then you found the text and that was the end. Now our ships pass each other like all we know is the nighttime

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This is my message-in-a-bottle and I’m hoping you get to read this someday. I hope you forgive my sloppy ways too.

Happy New year to you, Ex. May 2018 be one of your best years on earth. So be it…