I'm still inspired. Here's another one shot.

Hey Angel Boy.

I know you worried because the furniture are gone. I'll make sure you'll get your old things and everything you love back, but you can text me the list of the stuff I might would forget. Most of our stuff we purchased together, remember? The same day we moved in this place.

Can you remember the first day we have met? You were the cute waiter with a devilish grin, and I were the new bartender who messed up with pourring water in glass. Our boss yelled at me so many times, the customers felt bad and refused to complain. And when you gave them their orders, they were busy flirting with you instead of noticing it wasn't their order. When Morgenstern fired both of us, you laugh And told me "If you won't be my co- worker, at least be my date for tonight."

And I said no, remember? I said no because I knew it would be a mistake. I saw what boys like you do with girls like me. I said no, and you kept chase me. It was a race, who would give up first. And let me admit: no one has ever fight to win me the way you did. The flirty texts, the wine… it was almost too much. And I were so young and innocent, I let you fool me. The fantasy of the knight raiding on the white hours was too beautiful to be ignored.

First date. Second date. A month, a year, two years. Our friends always call us angels, because we seems to them so perfect. They sees your good look and the love in my eyes, and they thinks we're happy. Do we? I know I haven't been happy for a while now. You might be sweet when you want Jace, but that's not enough in a relationship. I'm tired of this behavior. To love someone it's not just buy them expansive gifts. It's not about telling them pretty words or hug them tight. Every kiss you had ever gave me did left me breath taking and weak.

That's just lust.

Love it's to waking up with the one you love every morning, and not waking up in cold bed. Love it's to know I could call you when I'm sad and not hear you say "Can't talk right now" every time I call. Love it's not to argue with your partner every waking moment, and scream at him or her for no good reason, while they waited for you and wonder days worried sick something might happened. Love it's not to hug your beloved one and smell unfamiliar perfume on their skin.

Jace, I used to ignore those stuff, because I did loved you. I loved for way too long. Now it's over. I see the guilt in your eyes every time you look at me, and the worry that fills your face when someone calls me. When I called your secretory so she'll tell you I'll be late because I'm working late, she called me back to tell me you ruined your office. In the rare times we sleep together in our bed, you talk in your sleep and say, "I'm better then him, don't chose him." At first I had no idea why are you so afraid. And now I understand: you worry that I'll cheat you.

I had no problem with ignoring what you had done, because I believed this is what good for us. So stupid, right? Good for us. All this time it's easy to forget. Cheating not only harm the one who has been cheated, but also the cheater himself. You destroy us Angel boy, and I could have forgive if you had only harmed me, but you also harm the one I loved the most.

So it's over now. I hope you'll be happy. I really do. I'll find someone else to love, and he better be good enough so he won't destroy us. I don't blame Kealie, and I really wish you two happiness. One thing let me ask you: please don't do it again. I love you. Please, the one you used to love, don't hurt yourself again. We so often forgets that cheaters are also humans, and some of them are sometimes great mans. So with me it didn't worked out. Don't ruin your chance for happiness again. Goodbye forever Angel boy. We disserved better then the man you became.

Love you forever, Angel girl.

I don't like "Baby" so much. Please review!