[ WP ] Write in the POV of a crazy/psychotic ex . Do not end it with murder .

Dear Sarah, 
 
 I ’ ve been thinking about the moment when you read this letter. I ’ m not sure how long it will take, how many days, months or even years this letter would have lain in its envelope at the bottom of my drawer … 
 
 Because, I will only give you this letter when you finally take me back into your life again. 
 
 It ’ s symbolic, you see. This letter, its contents, this is me, right here, right now. I am as essentially me as I can ever be. I have no more defences left, no more excuses, no more pride. This is me speaking to you from across time, showing you where I started from, the journey I will be taking to win you back. 
 
 I refuse to become one of those crazy exes you read about though. They think they are behaving normally, but really they are not. So here are the top three things I promise myself I will avoid, and you can tell me how successful I was. 
 
 I will never be creepy. 
 
 I ’ ll give you your space, and I swear right here that you ’ ll never catch me stalking you. I don ’ t ever want you to fear going through your normal routine. But I want you to know, I was there, every step of the way, watching out for you. Whether you were at Mrs Flowers ’ place babysitting, or at the movies on Friday nights, I was always there, no more than a hundred yards away. That feeling of safety you ’ ve had, all this time? Yes, that was me. 
 
 I will never be pushy. 
 
 I told you when we broke up that I wanted to remain friends, and that means boundaries. So ask yourself, just before you opened this letter, did I ever overstep by wanting too much of your time? The answer will be NO. I will have talked to you only because you were a classmate ( I will sign up for every class you ’ ll take ), or only because we were part of the same clique ( I ’ ve already started making friends with your friends ), or only because we just have the same interests ( I ’ ve pre-emptively joined all the interest clubs at school, and I ’ ll only stay in the ones you sign up for ). See? At no point will we have talked as anything more than just that, friends. Normal, normal, normal. 
 
 I will never be hung up for you. 
 
 You would never love me again if you saw me as nothing more than a mindless zombie, withering away as I did nothing but pine for your return. No, I will move on and become a better person for the future you. I will work out at the gym every day, and I will mark every thousand reps with a cut between my fingers, so the pain and blood will remind me of what I ’ m working towards. I will study hard, and for every A I get, I will get a tattoo of one letter of your name somewhere you can ’ t see ( maybe the soles of my feet? ) so that you can see just how much was done for you. 
 
 And every time I dream of you? Every time I wake up with tears in my eyes and a stifling weight on my heart because I saw you in my dreams, loving me back, only to have you melt away? I will save a bit of my seed for you, in that glass bottle of Coke we shared on our first date, and I will coax flowers from it. When you are ready, I will show you the garden I have planted in honour of our reunion, and the colours, the vibrance, they will stand testament to the many lonely nights I endured without you by my side. 
 
 I missed you so much, Sarah. 
 
 You may look up now. I am here, ready to take you in my arms again. 
 
 Love, 
 
 Raphael. 
 
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 ( I should point out, for avoidance of doubt, the above is a work of fiction. You know, just in case. )
