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The End

Dear New Boo,

I knew that tonight would be a pivotal moment in our history, and you did not disappoint. No matter what I thought before this evening, you addressed everything I needed clarification on. Thank you for that.

I had all kinds of fanciful thoughts in my mind about what this evening would be. I took every scenario I could and played it out to its end. Each and every one of them. And when I got to the one that actually happened, I thought to myself, surely he won't let this happen. Surely he cares more than that. If he reached out, surely he'll follow through.

But no...not you. You did what you always do. You stood me up, and you let me down. Again. 

I shouldn't be surprised. In fact, I'm not. No matter how much faith I try to put in you, you constantly prove that you don't deserve it. No matter how much I try to see the good in you, you always manage to bring the worst to the forefront. And if my feelings are hurt, it's my fault for trying.

You don't try. You never have. When you had a chance to turn this thing around, you didn't. When I would've been completely open to whatever you wanted, you didn't even try to make a case for  yourself. Why I thought you'd start now is beyond me.

Your way is to hide out until you think I've forgotten your true nature. Sadly, it worked this time. I was so frustrated in my current situation that I thought -- foolishly -- that you might offer me some sort of reprieve.

Silly me.

You are like the snake on the mountain. I'm sure you've heard the story. The little boy saw the snake, who asked him to take him up the hill. The boy was like, oh no, you'll bite me. The snake convinced him that he wouldn't, and the boy believed him. Sure enough, he picked up the snake, took him up the mountain, and got bit when he reached the top. The boy was like, "Why did you do that? You promised that you wouldn't." The snake looked up at the child and said, "You knew what I was when you picked me up."

That's you. I knew what you were when I put myself out there. So that's on me. But guess what? I'm done. No matter what happens past this day, know that you won't be involved with me on any level. 

Thank you so much for reminding of who you really are. Now kindly slither back to your hole in the ground and never bother me again.

Sincerely,

MackDiva

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