So many times you've died in my memory. But everytime I decide I'm fully over you, you decide to pop right back into my life again. You proceed to confuse the hell out of me and nearly wreck my current love life. And as soon as I give in to your temptations, you chicken out. You decide I'm not the one you want. And so you leave me with nothing. The logical thing would be for me to learn the first time around. To realize that I'm not - and never will be - good enough for you.

Though, this last time I thought it would work. I thought we could regain the friendship we once had. But once again, you had to step out of the boundaries - over the line - and press your luck. As always, you got your way. I predicted what would happen next. Half way, you'd realize your mistake and chicken out. In a sense, I prepared myself; I knew this time was no different than the others. So when you did chicken out, it didn't surprise me. It wasn't hurt - I was mad.

I'm tired of being your puppet, Mike. You think that when you ignore me for over a year and then pop right back into my life, that it's okay? The sick thing is that I let it happen. That I allowed myself to tell you I love you still. And believed you when you said you loved me too.

When I told you tonight that I wanted things to be the way they were - when it seemed like we were close... I was serious. I would love for that to happen. The catch? I realize that it will never happen. And I've finally started to accept it.

I'm always going to love you, Mike. Don't forget that. You'll always be my biggest weakness. I'm just not allowing you to take advantage of that anymore. I've cut the strings.

Always yours,

Alice