Ex-dear ,

All I have left of our love is a photograph of your face. The question is -- what do I do with it? Many answers come to mind. It could be considered a multiple choice solution. Do I: A. Burn it, B. Throw darts at it, C. Rip it to shreds, or D. All of the above?

How naive I was to not understand what you were capable of doing to my heart. Your cruel words still pierce and wound my soul. I can't believe that I gave you the power to turn my heart to glass. You shattered it and left me with broken shards.

In the end, I don't miss you. I don't look for your face. The pain becomes a cure for loving you. When you [Describe the Event That Made You Decide to Leave], my belief in you died. You've become a well-taught lesson, not to be forgotten and not fondly remembered.

Without regrets