Dear Twin Fame,
Fuck you, you lying, manipulative son of a bitch.
Ok, let me start over…
Dear Twin Flame,
My mind is blown that I still care about you. I’m blown away that after all you’ve caused, I still wish you well. I forgive you for everything. What happened between us will fade away, but the tragedy that paralleled our fated relationship will linger forever.
Why you caused your loved ones more pain in the wake of their loss, is beyond me. Why your secret life was more important than your unborn child and her wellbeing, is beyond my understanding. You were charged by your own selfish motivations. But you’re only human, so I forgive you for everything. You kicked your family when they were already down, at a time when all they wanted was resolution and peace after a sudden tragedy. You have some interesting karma coming your way, as what you do to others, comes back to you threefold. Yet that’s none of my business, because I forgive you for everything.
You might feel that I owe you an apology. But I’m not giving you an apology, because I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry for our strong connection. I’m not sorry for our dozens of intense intimate encounters that we used to call making love. I’m not sorry for our depleting, whirlwind of a relationship. I’m not sorry we created a child together. I’m not sorry that I grew to love your family. But I am truly sorry for you and you family’s loss. And I forgive you for everything.
I’ve never hated anyone in my life, and I hated you. I hated you for your weaknesses. I hated you for treating me so shitty. I hated you for manipulating your family. I hated that you reflected back everything that I hated about myself. I hated that your stupidity forced me to change what I hated about myself. I hated that I allowed myself to be drawn to you. But it’s all over now, and I’m a better woman after the storm. And I forgive you for everything.