This is one letter that I hate to compose and to send. But no matter how appalling the act may be, it is something I ought to do – not for others but this time for myself.
This letter, I presume is of no surprise to you as for the events than have preceded it. I am not claiming immaculateness for I too have contributed to the course of the situation – something that I wish I was able to direct in order to favor the relationship.
But whether we accept the reality that ours was a relationship run by a series of fiction and was resting on a foundation of an illusion or not, is yet another question to be answered. And so no matter how difficult it is to accept that ours was a relationship founded on a shaky ground, I guess it is far more difficult to accept the reality that we hardly know each other no matter how much we deny it. Sadly, I do not know even the most trivial things about you, and you are to me. How then can we claim to understand each other when we do not really know who are we putting up with? Time has not been generous to us. He did not allow us to know each other deeper than what we superficially let then other person see.
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