Sometimes I read through these letters in hopes there will be one from you.
I find myself trying to relate every situation to ours. Searching for words that sound like you speaking of us.
What I tend to forget is there is no “our” anymore. No “us”.
I miss you. I’m not over you.
I thought you only hurt my pride but you fucking broke my heart, too.
I only just now realized. So I thought I’d say it.