Dear John,

Mr John E. Blogger
123 Ships in the Night Way
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Dear John,

This is the hardest letter I have ever written. You might have noticed how distant I have become over the past few months. The old cliche goes, it's not you, it's me. This time, it really is true; it's me!!! If you recall, we met about a year ago. I was swept off my feet by your 'urbanness' and your access to all the sophisticated people I never could have made acquaintance with if not through you. You dazzled me with your brilliance, your friends were spread far and wide while mine were limited to the neighbourhood I grew up in. Yours were so knowledgeable about the goings-on in the world, mine were obsessed by the goings-on in the Kano Movie industry. Your friends accepted me without question and opened my horizons far beyond what I thought was possible. They taught me that it was okay to feel the way I did, to question long-held beliefs and to start to think for myself. I fell in love..hard...with a passion I thought I was incapable off. We could not keep our hands off each other, my hunger for you was insatiable and needed to be sated several times a day. We travelled all over the world and you showed me people, cultures and traditions that were so strange to me. By and by, like a baby bird testing its wings, I started to venture out on my own. At first I was scared, my flying was unsteady and I crashed a few times but soon I found my courage. I was no longer scared. I could soar on my own and could now voice my opinions, loud and clear. I made my own friends... and therein lies my dilemma. In my search to expand my horizons, I let down my guard. What started as an innocent flirtation, soon became a raging inferno. It was like I had been starved for so long. The thirst I felt was unquenchable. Like a moth to a flame, I had no control as I was dragged towards something I had no control over. I was seduced by a new lover...I am sorry but if I am going to tell, I am going to tell it all (...credit to Usher). He is much younger than both you and me. He makes me feel like no-one ever has. I am my TRUE self with him and can finally take off my mask. Through him, I have reacquainted with people I have met and lost over the different stages of my life. Everyday is a new discovery. People from my inglorious past are contacting me. It is always a pleasant surprise and no two days are the same. He is now my new obsession. Don't get me wrong, I still love you but I love him too but in different ways. While yours is a mature love, his is frantic and rushed and I like both. I am torn between the two of you. I can't get enough of him but I can't let you go. I guess what I am asking is 'are you willing to share'? That way, I will have no guilt and no reason to sneak if everything is out in the open. You have nothing to lose because I was always aware that I was not your only 'paramour' and I never complained. Please think long and hard and don't make any rash decisions. I really do love you and will forever be indebted to you for starting me on this journey but the pull of Facebook is just too strong. Can we all just get along?