Gossip Girl blast:
What's this I see? Blair Waldorf, hopping a flight to – well, nobody knows. Looks like your former high society highness has finally accepted defeat.
Goodbye, Blair Waldorf, and good riddance.
XOXO,
Gossip Girl
Devastated, shocked and confused, three friends dial that familiar number and call – to receive a message that 'this number has been disconnected.' Then they see the letters, their names scrawled in perfect script across the envelope, in the writing of the one they know and love…
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Dear Serena, I'm sorry.
Love, Blair - - -
Dear Nate, You were right; never in my life had I ever imagined I would say this, but you were right. I love you – I have always loved you. Since the day we met, I always knew you would be so meaningful to my life. I dreamed of the day we would never leave one another's arms. I aspired to become Mrs. Nathaniel Archibald. But not every dream becomes reality. I never meant to fall for Chuck. It was, in his phrasing, a game. A stupid, pointless game – one inspired by lust and irrationality. But I cannot help the path my heart has taken. I am torn; torn between two men. The man of my dreams, the one I've always loved – versus the man who I never meant to love, but who I can never forget. I don't deserve either of them. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I never was strong enough to admit this to you in person. I will always love you, Nate. Forever, my heart will hold a place for you; but I do not deserve anything. A friendship, a relationship – a life with you in it. I hope you never forget me, and perhaps one day our paths will cross again. And please – take care of Serena for me. I worry about her. Love, Blair - - - Dear Chuck, I hate you. I hate you for what you've done to me. I hate that you used me for sex. I hate that you lied to me, told me anything that suited you – just to get me into your arms again. Just to hurt me, then bring me back. I hate you for cheating on me, even if you think it wasn't cheating. I hate you for using my friends again me. I hate you for using Nate against me. I hate you for – everything. But most of all, I hate you for allowing me to fall in love with you. It never should have happened. Blair and Chuck – we were never meant to be. Holding hands, sharing kisses, making love; it wasn't supposed to be that way. It wasn't, and it never will be. I want it to, but it's 'just a game.'
I know in my heart that it is no game, Chuck. I know you're aching, maybe even as much as me. But I also know that you deserve better. You deserve better than a girl who was so needy, who was so desperate to feel loved that the second you turned your back on her, she crawled into the next pair of waiting arms.
I love you, Chuck. There is a saying; a saying that is so dear to me. A good friend, my best friend, once shared it with me, and now I'm sharing it with you. "Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love." –Neil Gaiman I know what it's like to be in love. It is every ounce of hurt, every ounce of pain that Neil expresses. And every ounce of that pain, that vulnerability – I've felt it because of you.
I irrevocably love you, now and forever.
And that is why I must say goodbye – forever.
Because I loved you. Because I love you.
So with this, I conclude – guard your heart, Chuck. It will ruin you, if you let it.
I love you, I'm sorry, and I wish you all the best.
Love always with all my heart, Blair - - -
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