My dearest W. It seems like forever since we last spoke. And here I am, doing what I do best, thinking of you hour after hour, day after day, standing still while time goes by. Last night I cried myself to sleep for the first time in a while; it was the vivid memory of you asking me 'what are you doing next 4th of July?' and all I could picture was you and her together when it should have been you and I.
How was it so easy for you to find someone else so quickly? You always said you wanted to find someone to marry and it seems like you might have done just that. We are most different in that respect. You meant far too much to me to have been replaced, I would never have done that and you know it. I would never have hidden behind a text message, send so thoughtlessly in the middle of the night, and I'm sure you know that too. I hope that you feel some guilt for what you did. We both know that I did not deserve that.
I'm not quite sure why, but it seems to be getting harder and not easier. I am doing everything I should, but time seems to be dragging by slower and slower each day. From bright colour, I live in faded black and white now. Going through the motions but no more than that.
However, my saving grace in all this I will go to my grave with a clear conscience when it comes to relationships, knowing that I gave those who I truly loved, the very best of me. You know as well as I, that there has only been one.
Love you always, goodnight.