Mon Amour ...
I can not stop the pain, the reality is that you have deceived me, you played me as they say in old books ... You're a poker player, instead of cards you played my feelings. I was not just a women in your game and, once the game is complete, you have left the table and disappeared forever.
Why? Because it enough. A really horrible, immoral. You can take a woman like a book you read, that you love another woman, to follow your nature and you are unable to get attached to someone, because you have ambition and that every thing, every person must be at your disposal for this silly ambition of yours ...
You manage to decipher the human face and takes him easily read mine yet you realize you want your love! A love that I want, because it's a drug that makes me sparkle my eyes to irradiation, to be stunned to see all unreal. It seems to me infallible and infinite sustain this desire of mine. Yet, it remains only desire. My desire is not destined to last, will be spared the nightmare years, spared the nightmare of your adorable flirting, sometimes occurring naturally so tender complicity in an office.
Now I feel like my life is empty and bare your tenderness filled with commotion lie and are now almost convinced that the only thing that has fascinated me was the game, and you have never relied on a single woman or a single feeling. Women I've met are many different, beautiful women and the enthusiastic response you overwhelmed with goods. You've spoiled the pleasures of this world, with roses and sleepless nights filled with romance.
 
All that happened in the seven years of living together, I was like seven stories of love ... made me see more clearly than I love you more than your own life. And that those moments full of happiness spent together were uplifting for me though you do not love me anymore. But you love me at all? Because I still hope one day to get even a glimpse of pampering in your smile, in your eyes, in your love.
But love takes courage, courage, and you loved as a thief ... And do everything that any terrestrial or divine law will not thwart the love that you wear it. Nothing in this world can not be over. You ruined everything we built together, everything but now we are still attached to one another. I can understand it ... is infamous, but you're human. But to deny someone the fun ... is more than infamy. It's unforgivable, is inhumane.
I leave you now with your game goodbye untold glory, and your pleasures that have invaded your mind and soul, without which you can not live, and you can not be happy.
 
Farewell, my dear beloved
With love, your Juliet ...