16 November, 1999
  Dearest Hailey,
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It's been a while, hasn't it? That's right; it has been. We both know why. It is because you have neglected your duties as a friend. Because you have failed me as a lover. But most of all it is because you let Linda and Wayne control you. You are a person, born to be free in this world. Born unto no one but yourself. I'm tired of telling you to break loose, and I'm tired of being there for you at your convenience only.

I would curse a blue streak at you but it would be to no avail. Your ears fall deaf to any pleas, cries or words. Words have lost all meaning to you because your narcissistic views on life have taken over. I had never stopped loving you; not once in these 2 and a half years did I stop loving you. Even though you had stopped feeling anything long ago, I was far too much a fool to make myself realize what was happening. Hailey, you're a deserting wretch of a person and I pray that you never once in your life find true love like mine again. I don't care if you ever see this, in fact if you do, you should know that you deserve every hurtful and penetratingly numbing word I say. You were involved with a human being...a very emotional one at that. And no one will ever equal your way of creating pain where none was before. You stole my music and denied me its beauty. You led me to believe that my music was insufficient and you knew that my melodies are all that I have, living alone. It is my dream and my goal in life yet you still made a mockery of it. But that's over-with now and I have regained my musical talents. I have stopped writing songs about you and I have stopped writing their embellished lyrics of a woman never meant to love. I have tried to forget you, and I have tried to share myself with you again. But the sad truth is that you were not what I longed for. I longed for what you represented.

I was too much in love to see that I had created the image of a woman who was right for me, not actually been with her. What made you so amazing was my undeniably optimistic way of transforming the way I saw you into the way I wanted you to be. You never were an adoring person, you never were a great person, you never were a caring one either. You bring suffering and pain into a world where suffering and pain are an everyday occurrence. So leave; join the cultic ways you are so attached to. I don't need you anymore. I don't love you anymore.

Tom

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