This is coming late. I know it's way too late. And I know you probably don't think about me anymore. You'll never see this letter. It hurt so much when you told me not to call or write, I realized how stupid I was to ever have thought you could have loved me. It was long distance, yes. I know you cheated. And I felt completely ripped apart when I heard the words, "Frosty, I don't think we should talk anymore. You interfere with my real life." I guess I was nothing but words to you, meaningless words on a screen. But if it was that way, then why did we stay on the phone until four am? Why did we talk and laugh and make plans to meet that summer?

Then you met her. To this day, I still don't know her name. But that's when you stopped talking to me, stopped calling, stopped leaving sweet little pages saying things like "I miss you" or "I love you" when we hadn't talked in a while. You were one of the first people that I truly loved. I loved you, with every single piece of my heart and soul, and then you left. And when you left I felt so incredibly empty. Nothing could fill that barrenness. You broke my heart.

And I guess I still love you. Perhaps I always will. You know if you asked I'd come crawling back, I'm simply a pawn bending into your will. But I needed some closure, even though you told me you never wanted to talk again. So this is my goodbye. I still think about you at night, and I still cry. But I don't think you can hurt me anymore.

xoxo