An open letter to a brokenheart

To whom it may concern,

I thought this letter would be of service to you. I could not take knowing that you are sitting there hurting the way you are. You tried so hard and so faithfully to let someone come in to your space and show you things you have been yearning for.

However, you feel torn. You hear Mariah sing we belong together and Marcos declare that if you were mine he would be your everything, but nothing heals your pain. You hear Luther plea for only one night cause that all you want. Nothing more, nothing less. Just one night to feel something you have not heard in a long time.

Cause like Phyliss sadly says, you can't stand living all alone. Your soul is tortured because the person you would give your heart to has stopped your dreams cold. The pleasure and pain that flows through you is nothing you have ever felt before.

So you give up. You crave for this person. You know was just let down easy. But in your heart, you keep a small hope because no one in the world makes you feel the way they do.

It is soul suicide. You keep killing your spirit. It is never going to be anything more than what is presented to your face. Your moonlight is now dim.

So the best thing to do is to wave your white flag. Leave everything that you thought could be a good thing and walk away and you got a long way to go and its such a lonely road.