Dearest Turtle,

I met you in the most unexpected way. You said it was destiny, I believed otherwise. I was talking with someone and you just interrupted the conversation. I didn't expect that I would end up speaking with you instead of him. We talked for hours as if time wasn't that big of a deal. You live a thousand miles away from me. Getting to know not only our character differences but also our ways of living were all so exciting. You have made me open my eyes to another world I wasn't living. That made me crave to travel. To see the world.

What's funny among the unexpected events is that, you loved me. I will not deny that I doubted it every single time that you speak of it. How couldn't I? When I read about love in books, they always say you must love yourself first. And you don't. I met you with wanting to die in mind. At first I must admit, I pitied you. Until I don't any longer. Each time I hear you say about dying, I hated you. I don't ever want to hear it from you. And so, we had our plays and pauses. Mostly pauses. It's always unexpected and unpredictable with you. One day we're good with each other, one moment we're not. The moments we don't speak with each other were heartbreaking and long. I missed you when you were not around. I hated the thought you don't miss me.

With each goodbye, it became easier.
Less and less pain. Less and less love.
Yes, I have loved you. I love you still.
But I am not the one you are needing, I have come to accept that.
May I no longer love you next year.
Take care.

With Deepest Affection,
Snowman.

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