Darling, why can't you understand?
Everything, everything ends.
The kiss of death is inevitable, so pucker up.
As much as I don't want to abandon this, my wanton fairy tale of a life no longer includes you.
I find it funny that you thought you were deceiving me, when in reality, it was you who was being deceived.
I'll shoot for the stars and you'll shoot for the moon.
Maybe we'll meet each other in the process?
You won't be hurt by my decision, when you have another waiting in the wings.
Don't think I don't know, I see more than you think.
My smile is as genuine as your love, and as fake as the temptation you were struck by.
I leave you to your indiscretions, but always remember this: I will forgive you, but I will never forget the turmoil you've caused.
You perambulate in your hatred, darkness and despair.
Does it feel good?
Maybe I'll try it some time.
Probably not; I have the voice of an angel. You have the mind of the devil.
I shan't rant anymore, this is my Dear John letter.
I hope you enjoy reading about your disgrace.

Love, Lexie