Dear Dxx,
After having contemplating repeatedly I have decided to be honest with you. Undeniably I have had great times with you, but those were in the past, and it shall remain embedded in the past. It has been one long year since I asked you for a break up, and one whole long year I remaind single. By the way, the reason I asked for a break up was because I got fed up with you, and not what I said about concentrating in my studies. Prolly leaving you helped me in doing well in my exams, but that's not the main agenda anyway.
I remembered the first time I met you there was a spark between us. I liked you a lot, but that was so long ago. Then, as days go by, the friction that sparked between us made me aware that probably I was wrong. Well, I try to convince myself that I should learn how to tolerate more in a relationship, and my tolerability made you even worse.
You cantankerous-ness indeed killed whatever fondness I had in you. Seriously, you complaint about everything. That was what you did; complain bout this and that and blah blah blah. Nothing was ok to you. Remember that time we went for a horror movie marathon? You threw me a tantrum and that fucking pissed me off. I was the one who picked you up, bought the tickets for you, and then had everything planned up for you, thus I don't really appreciate the sour face you pulled in the cinema. You acted like a sour pussy. Funny, I did not even threw out a harsh word on you, and instead I sent you off back home and dated another colleague for the 2nd movie.
Oh, and I know that you never get content with anything. Nothing pleases you anyway. You just criticize and pick on everything you see. What can I say? You just must have to go to that particular stall to have a plate of curry rice because it's the only stall that you pleases you. And you hate every single song I sing because your ex sang them before. Oh, and you never stop whining bout everything that goes wrong in your life. I started to doubt that you ever had anything that you think it's nice in your life at all!
I don't blame you for having a complicated family as it was not your choice. Nonetheless, channeling your anger on me because you have a miserable family was not that appropriate, at least to me. I did try to mingle with your parents, but then I strived. Your dad would not stop his suspicious while your mom began being short-tempered despite my presence in your house. Not to forget bout your spoiled little brother. I used to think that you needed me because there was no one else to care for you, but gradually I came to realize that you did not need me at all.
There wasn't anything that we can talked on. You just (think you) know everything. You interrupted everything single topic I tried to elaborate, and you wouldn't stop winding on the things that you like to tell. You dominated all the conversations with your complainings and whinings. And when I got bored and started to hum or sing, your threw your temper at me. Remember that night you scolded me for not being understanding? How the fuck could I understand anything while you just sat down and sulked. I don't read minds telepathically, pardon me. Still, I think you deserved to fail in your subjects since you never really put in time to study. You'd rather sit and chat with your online gay buddies or admirers or whoever, instead of investing those hours into revising. Oh, I forgot, you can't study in a library or in school.
And I thought sex was the only best thing. It was fun, at first, until the day you coerced me into something I wasn't really prepared for, and you made a real nasty comment on me after you're done with me. I bet you do not even remember what you say, but hell, I stopped loving you since then.
Hence, having clarifying all my disatisfactions and explaining why I actually dumped you, I hope things would be crystal clear to you. I would appreciate if you do not bug me anymore. It is none of your business when I shall be coming back to Kuching and I would definitely be reluctant to go out with you anymore. It was my mistake not to be honest with you in the first place, but it's not too late to know this anyway. Admit the facts, you are just another sour pussy. I was never mad with you, just plain simple fed up with your attitude, but I will get pissed off again if you go on irritating me.
I wished that you have a fabulous time with your new boyfriend, whoever he is, and may you two stay together till the end of times. From the deepest of my heart, best of luck to two of you, and STAY OUT OF MY LIFE!
Yours sincerely,
Rickie
