A Breakup Letter To My Future Self

Dear Sean,

It’s me, not you. Okay, it’s really you. You’ve become too distant and self-centred.

Our relationship isn’t healthy. I hate your smug and successful smile even as I quiver for more of your fame and confidence.

Part of me likes that I will never exist for you, except as a faded and distasteful addict. It’s safer that way.

I’ve placed you on a pedestal.

Like a virgin, jealous of his future self, I am unable to make a decision lest I do something to earn your disproval and disdain.

I’m weary of self-centred men. I want the young man back who yearned to love the world, who looked with wonder at the small, important things.

So I’m letting you go. I’m going to take some time to see other people that are living here in the present moment.

I wish you nothing but the best. I hope you can forgive me. One day.

Me