The city has swallowed you up. Where did my J go? He was naive and innocent and good. Profoundly good. What happened to him? And who are you now?
I knew you had your share of shadows but I never thought you’d turn into such a terrible person. I wouldn’t have broken up with you if I had known that this was the person you’d become. I’m sorry. I’d take it all back if I could, but you won’t talk to me any more. Not civilly, at least.
I hope your new girl loves you as much as I still do. I don’t think that’s possible though. I miss you every single day. I think about you constantly. I wish I could tell you this. More than anything though, I wish the old J was still here. I feel like my best friend has died.
I’m so sorry.