A Collage of Boyfriends Past

The following is a collaberation of the emails and letters I have recieved from seven different men starting from when I was 17 to now. :P It sound epic, and paints a pretty gruesome picture of me. lol


Dear Opal,

I just can’t do this, my dear Opal, I realize that all of our time together was more or less immoral. You were just a kid. I've attempted to contact you once or twice, here and there, but I failed. I looked up your old number, but it was disconnected. Since then I've pretty much lost you in my memories, never thinking of you again. How you’ve beaten me down each day with that smile. You could never understand the pain, the dread that came with remembering your face. Now that I'm subject to them, I think I may have just been reminiscent of amusing moments without reflecting what talking to you would portend. Thinking about talking to you suffocates me- how can I fly with you if you have no wings? You’re a cement-feathered bird and to quote your song, you loved me dead. You filled my soul with vomit and then asked me for gum. No. I don't want to keep in contact with you. It’s because you’re bad for me, you’re bad for my mental stability and I just don’t think I can be around someone who hurts herself. Unfortunately, my dear Stone of the Lake, I can't see myself as just friends with you. My heart wants to paw at you but I know better. I’ve wanted for so long to be in your sight, to be the one and only one you ever think of, but you shot down at me like a savage beast from the sky and pinned me into a dark abyss. What part of your deep, black soul finds this funny, Oh beautiful Regina? Alas, I cannot be bitter toward the cruelty you have shown me, for you also showed me what love really is- A monster. So, I hope you're doing well, and those around you are as well, despite our meeting being rather a tragedy. Farewell, my dearest Rex.