Dear [You Know Who You Are],

When we met a year ago, maybe it was love at first sight, maybe it wasn’t. All I know is you’re the one I saw myself being with 5…10…maybe 15 years or more from now. Your family could see it. We all knew you could see it. I was randomly told by a psychic that you were my soulmate. I’ll never forget that.

Your hunger for money was just too much for our relationship, I guess. Financially, you weren’t where you wanted to be and you blamed everyone for it, including me. You told me to wait for you while you get your shit together…but then you find a chick to move in with….I find out you’re in an open relationship with this woman….and you want me to move in with yall.

Uh, NO.

I loved you dearly but I could never compromise the person I am for any man, especially one who doesn’t even have the gall to meet with the woman you said you’d always love without your master…err, whatever…being there to throw her 2 cents into OUR relationship. You’d always love me…but you can’t even try to make things right with me?

So I said some hurtful things about you on twitter. Now you want to run out and put a ring on this chick’s finger, and call me out my name on twitter all day. I’m not gonna act like it doesn’t hurt in the least bit, but trust that there is NO shortage of men in my life.

Moving on is the easy part.

Mending broken hearts is what’s hard.

You can beef with me and talk shit all you want but I’m putting this shit past me. I have an awesome spirit in which you cannot break. So while you marry some chick you met 3 months ago out of spite, I’ll be dwelling on the positive in my life, continuing where I left off before I met you and building on the foundation Yahweh has built for me.

Until we meet again,

Amber Jones