My Angel is a Centerfold

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It’s strange how life has a way of changing things, and people, in ways we don’t expect. I never imagined I’d be writing a letter like this, but here I am. When I first heard about your work, it felt like a punch to the gut—a reminder of how little I understood about who you are now.

I used to see you as something pure, something I could trust and hold on to, the person I shared something real with. But now? You’re something different, someone I don’t recognize. You’ve stepped into a world that feels distant from everything I once thought we had, and honestly, I don’t know how to process it.

It’s not about judgment or anger anymore. I’m past all that. It’s just that you’ve become this figure—one I can’t quite grasp. Someone I don’t understand. I don’t know who you are in this new world, and I don’t think I need to. What’s done is done, and we’ve both moved on.

Maybe you’ve found a new version of yourself in this world you’ve chosen. I hope it’s what you want, and I hope it gives you what you’re looking for. But it’s no longer my concern, because I’ve let go of the person I thought you were.

I’m no longer holding on to memories of us or the idea of you as the person I once loved. Those days are gone, and I’m completely over it all now. You’ll always be a part of my past, but that’s where you belong now. ~S