r/LettersAnswered

I don’t have the heart to keep things blocked . I know you don’t care about me, but my heart still breaks for you. I know how hard it is to lose somebody so special.

Im so sorry .

I’m around if you need me 😢

Bye. For good.

I can no longer reminisce of good days, fond memories, and cling desperately to the shredded, frayed string of fractured hope.

I can never listen to you disrepect me with your alternate reality and pinning blame on me.

I can never ignore your hatred dripping from your lips.

I cannot continue to provide understanding, sympathy, compassion, or concern for what never was real.

I was nothing different to you. And that burns deep still. I gave you more than i ever had, and all you returned was spitting in my face.

You have shamed me to everyone you know. You could never make it right by telling the truth so you would never allow me into your life fully now.

I have given you every opportunity possible for an easy out, but you turn your nose up and point at me expecting apologies.

Im sorry you reject seeking help. Its the only thing that will ever give you clarity. Like i said, you dont want truth, hence, rejecting every chance of obtaining it.

Theres nothing left to break in me. My heart beats only by force and resentment. I cant go on pretending it will ever be any other way.

We are where we are because of your choices for the last 10 years. You dont care to notice.

So next week? When youre off to wander into another new life, never speak of me. Dont speak my name. Create a new character to trash and maime.

As soon as i know you changed your number, ill be changing mine. You can have reddit back. We dont need to be keeping the slim chance of crossing paths again. Im done hurting and hoping. Prayer couldnt make a dent.

I hear you loudly and i see it all very clear.

You won sir. No one tripped up your game.

I am moving forward, I told the truth about that, but my heart is still standing still, waiting for yours. It can't seem to catch up to what my brain already knows.

I have so many good things going on in my life right now, and the only thing missing is being able to hear you say you're proud of me.

I've got a ton of opportunities around me romantically, but they aren't you. I'm clearly not ready, which is fair, because it hasn't been a super long time yet. I hope that when I get there, you aren't still looking over my shoulder.

I never got my stuff back, but fuck it, you keep it. I don't want to have to have a conspiracy conversation just to get my games back. I'll buy new ones. Maybe I'll mail you your stuff at some point, idk. I don't want to burn it like everyone suggests, I just don't want to keep it in my car anymore.

I really am happy. That happiness coexists freely with the loss that I still feel in my chest every day. I've always been a walking paradox, and this is no different.

I hope you're happy too. We could have been beautiful together, but, it clearly wasn't meant to be.

"You stress me out, you kill me. You drag me down, you fuck me up. [...] But I keep on coming back to you.."

Come lay in my arms again be free and sleep in my arms I'll protect you and keep u safe till the day that I die 🥲😭🤤 T

For everyone that loves this sub you should also google “if only I sent this”. You can search your name and read messages people leave for you. I love it and it reminds me of this sub. You can also leave messages you never sent to people.

Rubbing each other's hands feeling the slightest touch with effortless pressure playing thumbe wars under the covers 🤤

God this sucks, I'm so angry and I'm so hurt. I want this to end and I want it to have never happened. I made mistakes, mistakes I apologized for at the time and now I understadn them and I would like to apologize for them again. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I was so in my head, convinced people were upset with me or mad at me and tyring to appease that. I'm sorry for the way that made people around me feel, I'm sorry for not reaching out or communicating more. I'm sorry for tying my sense fo self so tightly to you and this group of people that the idea of any kind of change felt like rejection. I'm sorry for not being able to say any of this a year ago. Or even now to the others. But I am not sorry for being depressed.

I am not sorry struggling, or being upset with you when you spoke down to me the way you did. Or upset with her when she treated me like she couldn't care less about me. I'm not sorry for beign upset at the way you cornered my boyfriend and more than implied he should break up me. When all he really needed was support and some empathy. Your partner being depressed and isolating isn't easy and he needed his friends to lean on. Instead you pulled him aside and told him he should be wary of me because you all were seeing "some red flags." Every flag something the two of us had already addressed and disucssed, not that that mattered to you, I had told you as much the month before.

I am not sorry for wanting to celebrate my brithday with my friends and for asking over a month in advance if it would be a good idea and acting on it later. You called it sneaky for my partner to try and plan a surprise party dude. It was a surprise party??

I got medicated. Not that that mattered to you. By that time you had already begun to wordlessly ice me out despite telling me to trust my friends to tell me when they were upset with me. And it super didn't matter to you when you told me you weren't seeing enough change a month and a half after I had started medication and a month after you began your self admitted immature behavior.

I am not sorry for not reaching out last July, even though you told me I should because you needed to talk with me even if you didn't want to. I didn't really feel like it after the three months of no contact you'd initaited, telling me it would be with everyone when it so clearly wasn't.

I'm not sorry for not reaching out when the last conversations you had with my boyfriend was you airing out grievances you'd never shared with me about my behavior for an hour. And then when he told you he didn't want to talk about our relationship with you alone anymore you told him to reconsider his feelings. I'm not sorry for reaching out when you more than implied you thought he was in a toxic relationship and ghosted him when he said you'd overstepped a boundary.

I'm not sorry for being angry at you. When you told me i was inconsiderate and you compared me to you narcacisstic abuser to my boyfriend. The abuser that not even a half a year before you'd been assuring me I was nothing like. I'm not sorry for not reaching out when you told me that i shouldn't speak on things I don't know everything about. A comment that has since sparked two spirals of panic in the class I'm TA-ing about my own career field. It doesn't help that I have to see you in there every day.

I'm not sorry that I want you to miss me. I used to miss you so much more, I used to miss you so much it felt all consuming. Those hotline workers, my therapist, people who have never met you tell me I deserve better. But a year ago I couldn't see how I could find better. You were my brother, even when we fought you were supposed to be my brother. I reread notes from sophomore and freshman year. You found me broken, you helped build me up and relearn how to be loved. How to have friends. I helped you through two break ups and more than one idenity crisis. When my therapist gave me a matching diagnosis to yours I could only find comfort in the fact that you could help me understand.

You told me you never wanted to make me feel the way I did when we met. But here I am. I see you and I feel two inches tall, disposable, and insignifacnt. You make me doubt who I am, you make me doubt if I am a good person.

It took a year but now I end these periods of thinking about you by telling myself I am trying. I am growing, I am not a bad person because I made mistakes. I deserve to loved and I am likable, People like me. You are not the end all be all even if you act like it. I used to think you had all the answers, but the moment i strayed from what you thought I should be I was discarded.

I'm tired of sobbing to my partner about someone who helped me get together with him, I'm tired of sobbing to my partner about the person who helped me when he was in his deppest depressive episode. My partner is tired of the hold you have over me. I hope this letter brings me closure, or at least brings me closer to it.

I'm moving in the next week and you are too. We'll probably never talk to each other again and our last words to each other will still be I love you, something I look back on as a half true exchange.

I talked to someone new, someone who isn't you. She gave me grace, I told her I wished we had done this sooner and she told me we were both still learning how to be friends. I think I will think about that a lot. She has seen all of this and chooses to remain with both of us. I know there is no true wrong doer here so i will chose to view you as learning too. Even if sometimes I all want is for you to hurt like I do