Hi you (that’s what we always say, on the phone, in person).
I want to say some things to you.
I care more about your happiness than my own, and I’m only realizing now that I’ve let that go too far. I’m not happy anymore. I never see you. I know you’re busy, and I want you to do well, but I wish you could find the time to let me know that you still love me.
I’ve always felt like you’re too good for me. And knowing that you want someone else hurts me, it drags up all those old insecurities. What does she have that I don’t? What did I do to drive you away? How can I fix it?
But I have to remember it’s not my problem. It’s yours. Either be with me, and love me, or don’t. I don’t deserve to be hurt by you. I don’t need this.
But I guess I’d rather suffer in silence than hurt you.