I’m writing to you because I can no longer pretend that i am okay without you. I’ve told you that I am okay I’ve told myself that I’m okay, but I’m not. I’m not okay because it’s been months and yet I haven’t found the feelings of happiness you created in me. I’m scared to tell you how I feel because I know you’ve moved on and you don’t care. But I’m also scared that if I never tell you how I feel I’ll never know what could have happened. Are you sitting there like me, thinking the same thing? Do you want to tell me how you still love me? Or are you with him, not thinking about me, not caring where or how I am doing. I miss you, so much it hurts. Rather than getting over you, I’ve only learned to get through without you. I’ll never stop loving you, I know it, I know every time I see you smile it’ll bring these feelings back to me, and how I so badly want to hear you say “I love you” again. But that’s something that will never happen, because we are over, but I’m not over you, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be.