Dear T (irl)
It’s like you said isn’t it?
How I’d never find anyone like you,
And that how I’d never be able to get over how I ended it.
Please.
Open your eyes.
I don’t regret it, I don’t wish for us to be together again.
I miss how you used to hold my hand and walk me back to my house but who wouldn’t?
You can’t assume I miss you as much as you have.
I don’t want to be your friend, your girlfriend, your crush.
I don’t want to be associated with you.
You made me happy and ruined it.
We were both angry, upset, hurt.
Just don’t come back, please.
I don’t want to do it again, I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want you to hurt me.
It’s not funny.
It’s not cool.
It’s not flattering.
It’s over.