Dear You,
Ever since “that day,” I’ve always thought of your welfare. Yes we don’t see eye to eye about many things but it doesn’t mean we should hate each other. What happened was a mistake and neither of us will concede, I know. But you can’t ever deny to yourself what you did. You may declare innocence in public and they may appear to believe you but I will never be one of them. My proof is solid and will win our case in any court, except to those who’d rather keep themselves naive to protect their ego. I feel sorry for the humiliation it caused you but by being stubborn, you brought it all to yourself.
And now, even with what recently happened between us, I also have to give up on what I’ve always considered important. I’m sure you know why. I worked hard for it but you never saw it valuable and took it for granted. You can’t go around fooling us by making up stories and lying. I put up with it for a while to let you figure out on your own that I wasn’t clueless. But you’ve been clueless about it, apparently, and continued your wicked ways. So, whatever this may bring you, I’m out of options. You might have said some truth in between your lies, but I don’t know what to believe now. That’s the bad thing about lying – you invalidate everything else that you say with just one lie. And it will take a lot of time and effort to regain your credibility.
Sorry. I’m not mad at you anymore. Let’s just keep silent and let this unwanted moment die a natural death.
Love,
B



































