A Deeply Honest Open Letter to “The Love of My Life” I Recently Lost
Humbling reflections on the loss of a paradoxical love — unlike any I’ve experienced or witnessed in my life so far
My beloved — and ex-beloathed — Rhees*,
I used to joke with the boys, “Man, I hate my girlfriend.” To their knowing chuckles, I’d add, “The trouble is, I love her to death.”
For two years, I boiled in a chaotic stew of love and bitterness—unwittingly scorching you in the same heat. It was a relentless tug-of-war between Divine signs and the allure of Femme Fatales. Wrestling with your dating past, I seethed in resentment and retrospective jealousy.