I cry myself to sleep every night still. I wait until everyone’s gone to sleep so they can’t hear my silent cries for help. I still can’t believe what has happened. I ask myself “what if” constantly. I’ve lost my appetite, I’m losing weight in the most unhealthy way possible. I don’t understand you. For someone who didn’t want to hurt me, you have and in the worst way possible. You were my best friend. My everything. I wish you never felt this way, I want to help you. I feel like you know what I’m talking about, but you don’t want to admit it. I thought you were the one. I could see you as the person who I would come home from work to. You said years back you saw an advert of a couple growing old and you wanted that to be us. I wanted that to be us too. Even though you’re certain you don’t want to get back together, I still have every hope. 3 years is a long time to be with someone. I wanted to be with you for another 3, and then another 3, another 3, so on, so forth; but I guess you never saw it that way. I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I’m sorry that I don’t live close. I’m sorry I couldn’t fulfil what you wanted. I want to start over as strangers again, make new inside jokes, get to know one another all over again, start fresh; but you don’t see us doing that…