A letter to the past

Furniture:
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Copied from another website [Insert FFWD 2009: Who am I kidding?]

Dear Agent 009 [Insert FFWD April 2010, your obsession with number 9 is because you were 9 on the High School Soccer team back in the 90s],

I woke up this morning with many thoughts clouding my forehead. You could see a few frown lines already developing. I didn't think of you with love, but with relief. Yes, I am relieved that I no longer view you in that heightened way.

You see, when I first met you I thought you were everything I have ever wanted in a partner. In the books, you seemed more than perfect: open-minded, good-looking, smart, powerful, well-behaved, well-dressed, from a prominent family. I always questioned whether you were too good to be true. And being a woman, my 6th sense is known to be very strong. It didn't take long for my instincts to prove themselves right.

You were anything but perfect. Beneath that picture-perfect exterior, loomed a man with horrible morals. Someone obsessed with power that he will step over others, lie and betray just to reach the top.

How many hearts have you broken? How many girls have you lied to? How many women have you cheated on? And how many females have you used? But most important of all, how many enemies have you made in the process?

You always liked to have the last word in everything, and alot of us do too. But we do not obsess with every individual and every incident. If a girl said no to a sexual approach, there is no need for any revenge. You won't always get every girl you want, and everything your heart desires?

Or maybe that explains why your life has become meaningless since you seem to have conquered it all?

I look at you and thank the Lord above for being an average citizen of this world, with hopes and dreams and normal insecurities and complexities. Life truly is sweeter from my point of view. I still have mountains to conquer and goals to achieve. I still have objects to buy and places to see. I still have people to meet and love. I have my whole life head of me and I intend to enjoy and make the most of it.

I do not hate you , NO. Instead, I am very grateful that our paths have crossed for I never would have become what I am today had I not gone through agony with you. Because of you, I have learnt about the goodness in me. It was always there but you unleashed it and tamed me. So Grazie.

And ofcourse, I am mostly relieved that I now know better and my obsession with you is nearly over. And one more thing, I don't just deserve better but will get it too.

So farewell monsieur, I leave you in peace, with a smile and gratitude, And if you ever cross my mind, then I shall smile whilst reminiscing the good moments and hope that I am able to hold my tears in.

Puppy
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I leave you, humming to You Were Always On My Mind by no one other than the King himself :

Maybe I didn’t treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn’t love you

Quite as often as I could have

Little things I should have said and done

I just never took the time

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn’t died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied
Maybe I didn’t hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I’m so happy that you’re mine
If I make you feel second best
Girl, I’m sorry I was blind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn’t died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You are always on my mind
You are always on my mind

Till we meet again,
Sedeso