I found this website googling consolation after you left me. I’ve been back dozens of times, writing to a few different people over the years, and a few to you every year or so. I wrote to you a lot in the beginning…I didn’t post most of the letters here, because they were too specific. You’d be the kind of person to find this place and find me out. In the beginning they were love letters. I was delusional and in love and I felt cheated that we never got far enough together for me to show you how madly in love I was. Or to show you what I good girlfriend I thought I was capable of being. whatever. After a few months, I started writing about how shitty you were to have left me, and in the years to come, I wrote pages of lies about how I’m genuinely over you. I think now I’m just about as over you as I’m going to get, but god I want to fuck you. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll always care about you, and I would still take a bullet for you. I don’t think about you very often, but you looked so good the other night. I don’t want to go on dates with you or hold your hand, but I would feel great between your legs. Or whatever you want, you know…I hurt you that time, and I’m sorry for that. I owe you one. Let me make it up to you.