I told you that you should read “This is How You Lose Her”, but there’s no need for that because you could, pardon the phrase, write the book on the subject. This obsession is pointless and hurts so goddamn much. I hope and don’t hope you’re agonizing like I am. I know the whole situation is screwed up beyond comprehension, but I do love you. For no reason at all. For all of the moments we’re never going to share. For all of the feelings I will never be able to convince you of. I could never have imagined this trajectory, or that my heart could, and would, break.