Maybe I didn’t feel anything when we finished school and stopped seeing each other. I don’t know why, and I don’t think I love you. I don’t even think I miss you, and I don’t really want to talk to you much either. I wouldn’t want you to be close to me or to look into my eyes, or to touch me. It’s all too intimate. All I know is when I saw that picture of you and your new boyfriend I felt something so real in my heart, something I didn’t think I was going to feel again. I wish I could look at you for hours and not have to do anything else. I know nothing will result from that feeling, because you’ve left and even if you were still here I wouldn’t have a chance, because I wouldn’t even try to. If anything, the victories in this hopeless situation are knowing you are happy and that I can feel something. I hope you’re feeling something good tonight.