Dear You,

I’m writing you here because I don’t know where else I can tell you this.

Let me start by saying: you broke my heart. You grabbed it, squeezed it, threw it, and left it in a million pieces. And I’m guessing you don’t even care.

I know it’s been almost two years now, but I’m writing not to tell you that I still love you, just to tell you that I still need an explanation. I am demanding an explanation. To why you left me without a word.

And the worst thing, is that you promised me, you promised you wouldn’t stop talking to me once we came back home, and that’s the first thing that you did. I was so afraid that this would happen.. and it happened anyway.

I knew you were going to military school. I knew we were kind of going too fast. I knew maybe I wasn’t really too prepared for a relationship. I knew it wasn’t going to be any easy. I knew things were going to change as soon as we set foot on our country. Trust me, I was aware of it all. And the truth is, I wasn’t expecting a relationship as soon as we came home; I wasn’t expecting things to be the same. I just didn’t wanted to cut communication between us. I barely know who you are now, I barely know about you, we’re like strangers.

I wanted to be your friend, because that’s what we were after all, right? We were involved romantically, but we were still friends. The saddest part of it all is, we haven’t talked since we came back. It’s been almost two years and when I see you, I still have to pretend this doesn’t hurt, I still have to pretend that I don’t know you, that we were never anything.

You broke all of your promises.