It’s been over three months since I left you. Or, did you leave me? We left each other, in a time of turmoil, and so much love. I’m so ready to be over you. I’ve deleted you from my phone. I’ve created a hidden box for you in my room. I’m done with missing you.
So, why can’t I send this letter to my heart instead? Why can’t I tell it, you’re better than this. You’re better than nights crying reading his letters. You’re better than checking to see if he’s online. You are amazing: by yourself. Forget.