Jack,
I don't know why I'm even bothering writing to you again. It isn't as if you're ever going to read it. Even if you do it won't make any differentness.
I'm sick and tired of being second best. No, I'm not even that, am I? I'm more like 4th or 5th thing on your list of priorities if I'm lucky enough. I doubt that I'll get any higher than that, more likely I'll get put further and further down it until I'm not even on it any more. And you want to know the real kick, Jack? I won't even know it until it's too late.
What does she have that I don't? What can you see in her that makes you treat me like dirt while she can do no wrong? Where must be something, but I can't see it. I just can't. You look and touch her like she is the only one for you and you still have time to flirt with everything that has a pulse and to come home to me when the mood hits you.
Is it too much to ask that you act like you love me? Even a little? I just want the illusion that I've been loved and I haven't been wasting my time, my life falling in love with you.
Ianto