Letters from Drake's Ex

careful what you wish for, you just might get it all.

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do you really want me to be happy? or is it that knowing you're the reason i'm not makes you guilty?

letters from drake’s ex; praying for your happiness, hope that you recover

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but i will never stop feeling like it.

letters from drake’s ex; we too deep in this thing you’ll never lose me

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i don't like my men damaged; i like them unfixable.

letters from drake’s ex; i lost my way

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women are so self-destructive, says my best friend. he says it with a certain sadness. something that we both know to be true. but hopes that it isn't. here is the thing about me: everything that i like in a man makes him terrible. i like men that are confident to the point of arrogance. i like men that are driven to the point of single-mindedness. i like men that are independent to the point of isolation. it's not about changing them. or even fixing them. i just like a man with a little bit of fight in him. i'm a girl that likes a bit of work. i like the feeling of love like war. once he asked me what i wanted, what would make me happy, it is to look at him and think: world peace, honey.

letters from drake’s ex; why do i want an independent woman to feel like she needs me?

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i wish you would.

letters from drake’s ex; i might take a breather, but i won’t ever leave ya

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all my friends who have seen me agree: i look - thin. tired. sad. 'you look better', they also agree. older, wiser, tamer. better, but not happier. i must look like perfection then, something untouchable, because i have not been happy in years.

letters from drake’s ex; cause you are the death of me

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love, it is a twisted thing. especially when you don't have it. you see yourself becoming the type of person you never thought you'd be. desperate. bitter. ugly. you find yourself thinking strange things, like - who was i before this man? will i ever feel anything after him? who is this girl, who is that girl, who are they? you find yourself wishing even stranger things, like - what you would give to know a brief moment of happiness with him. how you would look standing next to him in a photo or in front of company. that he would tell you there is no other girl, there never has been, never will be. these are thoughts with no answers. one day, you will learn to stop thinking them.

letters from drake’s ex; let’s just keep it private (don’t say anything)

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it is a year today, honey.

letters from drake’s ex; how long did we last, i feel bad for asking

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i have never felt distance like this between us before. you know, i had plans before you. goals. dreams. there were things i wanted to do. for myself. i wanted to build. now, it is hard to make plans without trying to fit you in. or take you out. everything else is just background noise. there are things i can't do because they remind me too much of you. or not enough. i am what i am now because of you. after you, there were regrets. missed opportunities. waste. i wanted to build, and you burned me to the ground.

letters from drake’s ex; if i was you, i wouldn’t like me either

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my friend asks: what it is like to know, to love, someone who you know you will never be important to. i tell them: well what doesn't kill you, just makes you wish you were dead. my friend says: i don't think i can, i would, live with something like that. i say: yes i know, but you'd be surprised, with what you can live with.

letters from drake’s ex; haven’t even heard from you, how can you live with yourself?

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How long they choose to love you will never be your decision - Thank Me Now

done!

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this is the scary part isn't it, baby? are we over? is it done? did you wake up one morning and just thought: oh. no more. i don't feel the presence of someone else. i just feel you - gone. and well, maybe this seems desperate. but i just hate it when people go missing. and i'll be damned if i just let you do the fadeaway. if it's gotta end, it's gotta be face to face. i want you to look at me in the eye when you break me. you should see what you have done. i didn't wrong you. you killed us. this is all you.

letters from drake’s ex; how long they choose to love you will never be your decision

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Is this real??? 👀👀👀👀👀 Are these like real documents from his women?

no, they are not. they are purely fictional but i’m willing to bet a lot of girls have felt this typa way.

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i don't know what i thought the end would look like. something wretched, perhaps. confessions with traffic horns in the background. too much hennessy in our blood. one of us says 'i love you' and the other one says 'i don't'. someone cries. someone screams. another one bites the dust. or happiness, maybe. the soft press of mouths and hands and hips. too much hennessy in our blood. one of us says 'baby' and the other one says 'yes'. someone smiles. someone sings. another one falls. but instead, there is not much of anything. a lot of silence. a lot of apologies. someone lets go. someone leaves. can you guess which is which?

letters from drake’s ex; 2 in the morning my mind is on you, 4 in the morning it still hasn’t moved

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you don't get to leave me. you don't. you're the one that wants to 'keep it casual', you're the one that 'just wants to take care of himself', you're the one, the one, the one. so you don't get the leave. you don't get to find someone better than me. you don't get to lose interest. you don't get to go missing. please don't do this. oh god, please don't. if one of us has to leave, let it be me. let me have this one thing. i have never made a single decision in this relationship. i am the one that gets to leave. because you will be just fine without me.

letters from drake’s ex; just let me go, let me bring it home to ya

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i still dream about you all the time. it is terrifying to want someone so much. but i suppose it makes sense. we have only ever been vulnerable in our sleep. some of the dreams are terrible. i am spilling my guts to you, while you watch apathetically. you are always leaving. some of the dreams are hopeful. you text to say you are sorry. i am kissing you in public and you are smiling against my mouth. you stayed. most of the dreams, i don't remember. but i know they were about you because i wake up with marks of my nails digging into my hands.

letters from drake’s ex; told you i got z’s for these other girls sleepin’ on ‘em, girl i’m sleepy

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here's what it's like sleeping with someone new when you are in love with someone else: at first, it's new. it's exciting. yes, you think, yes thank you. there are other people out there besides you. you can still do this. but you can't. the touches, which seemed exhilarating at first, is now just - unwanted. you don't regret it but you wish you weren't here. you think his name when you come. afterwards, you feel lighter, but in the sense that something has been taken out of you. you check your phone just in case he's texted, just in case he knows. you don't tell anybody about this. you are very, very tired. in a couple days or so, you will convince yourself it wasn't so bad. it was nice having someone to hold you when you feel unraveled. maybe it's just because you are unfamiliar. practice makes perfect. you tell yourself you should give people chances. because you feel like you never got those chances. but then you will see Him again and it will make you remember how great sex can be. nothing should ever be this hard. you will most likely sleep with someone else once or twice. and then you will realize that sex with someone who you don't really care about makes you feel sick. and it is even more sickening because they are usually good people. they deserve to sleep with people who care about them. not just - a warm body that laughs and moans at the right moments. even if all they want is sex. they should still have it with someone who cares, instead of someone who spends 70% of the time wishing they were with someone else. you think this because you hope you are not like this for Him. finally, you will stop sleeping with other people. it's simpler this way but it doesn't get easier.

letters from drake’s ex; you’ve been waiting for me, i can tell that you been practicing