Dear Love

My dearest love, it seems as though we are going to die. There are things I have always wanted to tell you. I was thinking of you this entire journey. How you sleep and mumble his name. How you are a bitch until every other Thursday when you see this mystery lover, and you perk up. How we haven't touched each other in years, yet you are always on the phone talking about how romantic "I" am. Did you not think I'd notice? Did you even care about my feelings? In short, I wanted to say, I'm leaving bitch.