Dated: 3 April 2019
To You,
If you felt used, you were. Our association was built upon a mutual use of each other; our personal wants and needs unmentioned, left up to assumption. What your needs and wants were, I do not know, neither do I care. I have achieved mine, which left me nothing else but to exit (stage left). There is no gratuity to feel, not when you and I both know things have been stolen from me, without explicit consent.
If you feel dirty, you are. To take without unreserved permission is, for some reason I have yet to understand, a grief caused to victims (survivors). Is it the removal of one’s agency in the transaction that makes for the distress that continuously injures? Is it relevant in this situation I am writing about to you in this letter you may never see? I do not know at this juncture.
If you thought I was running from you, I wasn’t. It was simply a matter of nothing left for me but to leave. I have an organised hierarchy of people I know and who know me. And you are simply not relevant enough for you to be placed anywhere high. I do not care what happens to you. I am only concerned for myself and the people I love, who have worried and fretted over my decisions.
We will see each other when it is deemed necessary. Until those moments, you will be an insignificant thought that come up when the people I love and I banter. It is unfortunate, as you could have been more, but you chose your path and this is my decision based upon your choice.
“さようなら”