Thanks for reading my letter and I hope you're doing well amid the pre-election stress and jitters.
I am writing because we are edging closer and closer to voting day in yet another federal election and it has brought up nostalgic memories of the past. You don't know me all too well, but I helped you get into office last time. It was something about your baby blue eyes and your indifference to the cattiness of politics that drew me close to you. You had a sweet smile and I loved every eye roll you administered in the House of Commons, every tilt of the chin to your opposition, every diss and every smirk just made my affection grow. I was fatigued with the Liberal party and their incompetent leaders before you came.
However, I realize now, after the damage has been done, that I erred in my judgement. Why do I always choose the wrong men suited for me?
It has been five years since that time you came into my life. I am out of country now and have been for the past 17 months. I registered to vote and will receive my ballot very shortly. I am still highly enchanted by your wisdom, those baby blues, and your natural cleverness and ability to charm. I bet you were the guy who picked up all the girls with just a smile back in the day. They'd fall for you in an instant and spend those first months believing every sentence out of your mouth, having your promises melt into them like snowflakes on a mitten, and believing that there was a sustainable future.
However, I know now that your emotional capacity is that of a vaccuuming robot.
Believe me, I tried to understand you, stand up for you, and learn to trust you, but how can I trust someone who never opens up? Someone who hides behind security personnel and RCMP officers and tough questions. Someone who won't return phone calls, but creeps you on Facebook instead.
Stephen, this is a break-up letter. Please don't write back.
Was everything really a lie Stephen? Yeah, I didn't agree with everything you said and wanted to do, but with some things you really won me over, that darn charm and confidence. You had me believe that you knew better than me, even the things I didnt agree with initially, I started to believe in. I believed in you and me. I believed it when you said you'd take care of me. That you'd be able to bring us into a new level of awesomeness.
But let us be honest. It isnt just the fact that youre beyond approchable at this stage, or your fear of the Parliamentary Press is borderline psychotic, or that you want to buy fighter jets. It's not even that you spent enough money to power the Greater Toronto Area on the G8 and G20 summits. That was kind of whacked, but I get you, I really do. I like to throw big dinner parties too, I like to impress my friends and foot the bill at expensive restaurants too sometimes.
Basically, when I lost faith in you I met someone else. He's got thick caveman eyebrows that draw up into a point. He's been around the world. He's got less charm and confidence you have, but this guy is fused with passion and its riveting. Yeah, he is a little scared and lacks your confidence, but five years ago, I saw a bit of fear in you too. Its gone now and your beyond reaching back, back to a time when I believed in your words and they meant something. I think Michael Ignatieff is a great match against you. I don't think Michael will make a big deal if I asked to go through his phone history if I wanted to. He would answer my questions and aid my insecurities. He would follow through on his promises and even though we won't have elaborate dinners next to fake lakes, thats okay, because I don't really need them.
Parting ways for now.
Sincerely,
Your ex-supporter.
