Dearest Tyson,
I know you don't love me anymore.
So I'm leaving.
Gone.
Finished.
Good-bye and good riddance, love.
I know you don't know you don't love me anymore, but I assure you, you don't.
You never say it anymore. Perhaps it slipped your mind, but I doubt it. Nothing that important ever slips your mind.
Tyson, you just don't feel that way for me any loner. Your heart doesn't race when I touch you anymore. You don't smile when someone mentions me. When I kiss you, your lips don't tingle like they've been shocked.
When I'm away, or you're away, you don't miss me.
And you won't now. I promise.
I'm sorry if this is a shock to you, baby, but it must be done.
It's not healthy for either of us to be in a loveless relationship.
Yes, Tyson-love, I said 'loveless'.
I don't feel that way for you anymore either. My lips don't tingle when you kiss me, Tyson.
They tingle when Bradley kisses me.
Yours tingle when Hilary kisses you.
We're fair, Tyson. We're out of love and we're happy.
I know you know this is right, and I know I'm certain it is.
God bless, love, and may you live a happy and love-filled life forever more.
Sincerely and affectionately yours until the end of time,
Riley ♥
P.S. Call me if you wanna chat.