Confessions, Pt. II

I can't explain my thought process over the next few days: I went from anger to sadness to pity and back full circle to pissed.  It was unreal.  Her behavior, that is.  Yes, I'm still talking about Deluded.  Once our festivities were over for the evening, I rolled over and tried to go to sleep,…

Confessions, Pt. I

Dear Deluded, I thought it fitting to communicate via letter since that's how we communicated best.  I'm not trying to offend you, but I feel that there are some things I need to get off of my chest.  Nay, deserve to get off of my chest.  From a distance. From the first evening of your…