The Ex Letter

You keep calling… keep texting… expecting me to change my mind. You say you miss me, thought you’d found someone better. There was a time when you were important to me. Days when you were my first thought at waking and my last before sleep. Nights when you made my body feel some very random… very exquisite things.

I cooked for you… hugged you close… listened to you… made you feel some very random… very exquisite things.

There are days, weeks, months… when you don’t take a trip through my thoughts at all. You see… you stopped being important to me the day you decided you wanted someone else. You thought you could put me on a shelf and I would wait there for you. I’ll invest in a stock pile of Battery Operated Lovers and some reliable Plug in Friends before I will let someone else that I do not matter to… visit my secret center.

I cooked when you were hungry… because my Lover deserves to be fed. I hugged you close when you needed the contact… because my Friend deserves the attention. I listened to you vent when you needed the outlet… and made your body feel my version of some very random… and very exquisite things because my partner… deserves the respect. She deserves the devotion.

You decided you weren’t any of those things. Didn’t you get the memo?

You keep calling… keep texting… expecting me to change my mind. You say you miss me. You thought you’d found someone better. You ask if I miss you. We had entertaining conversations, nothing enlightening. Your sex was great but you never touched me mentally. My heart called out to yours with no answer forthcoming. I spent our time making sure YOU felt protected, making sure YOU felt safe… it didn’t occur to you I needed the same. I enjoy sharing with a woman, and that’s not what we did. When we were together I found myself doing the things you enjoyed to do, going to the places you wanted to be, talking about the things that you found interesting. My choice, but not one I have any intention of repeating. You wanted to wear the pants all the time but in truth you were never fit to wear my panties.

So please explain to me… what exactly is there to miss?

The one I need has strength at her core, not just her body… but in her mind… in her spirit… in her heart. These days I cum from a carefully crafted sentence… my heart beats faster from a witty conversation and my body sings a tune to which I’m completely unfamiliar… but find I’m totally infatuated with.

You keep calling… keep texting… expecting me to change my mind. You say you miss me. You thought you’d found someone better.

So call her…. text her… I’m sure she’s waiting.

Me?

I’ve outgrown you.

– Nova