The past two days I’ve somehow managed to fight the ever present urge to call/text/e-mail you. You have been doing this to me so seamlessly…no contact. I don’t believe in the No Contact rule of breakups. I need closure to move forward, but I have a sinking feeling there won’t be any. I have said time and again that I inherently believe we are supposed to be together. With all my being, I believe we cut the story of US off waaaay too early. It’s true we can be fire and water. It’s also true we can be peas and carrots. We are an oxymoron, but that is part of the fascination we have for each other. Victor, you ARE my other half. You ARE what a soulmate must be. I know I’m not being delusional. You MUST feel it. PLEASE DON’T GIVE UP ON US. I need you.