I never expected I’d be writing you this letter. We’ve had six years of wonderful memories but I’m afraid it had come to the point where you started to break my heart. I should’ve seen it coming since I’ve been finding it hard to breathe lately. It’s time to end the pain that I’m feeling and I just have to say goodbye.
I’ve known you since I was a kid but it was only before my college graduation that we had a real relationship. At first, it was difficult for me to get along with you considering the nasty things some people say about you. They said you would hurt me, and you did. They said, if I continued spending time with you, it would be so hard to let go. It was.
True, you are all the bad things they were saying. Still, I accepted you. I let you get to me deep within. You’re smokin’ hot. I loved the feeling of your body in my mouth. I loved it when my lips touched your butt. You taste like euphoria. You reek of obsession.
You’ve been a great companion. I loved the times we spent together, especially when it’s cold and rainy. I remember the many times you helped me come up with wise decisions and great concepts for my screenplays and for my work. In fact, I think and work better when you’re with me.
But we’ve had our ups and downs. Sure I enjoyed being with you most of the time. But remember the last time when I had to consult a doctor because my throat ached like hell? It was because of you.
Besides, you’re not always around. Often, when I couldn’t find you, I’d get the same satisfaction from others. Your brother Philip was not as good but I used to do him when I was in the province. Your cousin Winston was a great diversion, too.
But of all of them, it was your best friend Dunhill that kept me coming back. He’s just way, way cooler than you now.
Anyway, you have been very rough on me for the past few days. You make me sick. That’s why I have to forget you. Now, every time my heart beats, there’s a little bit of pain. Every breath hurts, too. It’s like there’s a hole in my chest. And I blame you for this.
We’ve had six wonderful years together. It’s time I call it quits.
I will get over you, Marlboro.
No regrets,
Yoshke
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P.S. I originally posted this on 4 December 2009. But then we reconciled after publishing it. We’ve had a love-hate, on-off relationship since then. But last month, it was FINAL. I have closed my doors permanently. It’s been a month and I don’t miss him. Just last August, I was awfully ill and was diagnosed with a respiratory infection. It tortured me for three weeks. I’m fine now but I don’t want to go through it again. I’m hoping I won’t have to repost this ever again.