I stood in the bathroom, silently staring at myself for what seemed like forever. My sensitive skin was blotchy from crying not so long before, I couldn’t help myself. Tonight I knew I was going to try and ask you if you would give us one last chance. I asked on every kind of relationship forum if absence made the heart grow fonder. I knew for me it did. A month since we last spoke and all I could ever think about was you. Even in my dreams you were there. I couldn’t escape from it all, all I wanted was a second chance. I strolled downstairs to get myself a bottle of water, stood at the kitchen window and looked up to the sky. I don’t believe in God, but I was hoping that tonight would be the night we would get back together. My breathing became heavy when I tried to make small talk with you. I was getting my hopes up when you read my messages and replied to them pretty quickly. I knew I had to get it out of the way. I just had to do it. A few more reads across the message, and I sent it to you. I threw my phone quite some distance from me, but close enough that I could see when you were about to reply. You said that you didn’t know what to say and honestly, I felt like you were about to say you missed me and wanted me all over again. Though my nightmares came true. You told me your feelings hadn’t changed since the break up and that I was hoping for something that would never happen again. I’ve never felt so heartbroken before in my life. I can’t even begin to explain how I’m feeling right now. Everyone says that time heals everything, but time is going past so slowly. I don’t know how to work on myself. I don’t know where to begin. I genuinely feel lost and to know you don’t feel the same is destroying me. I’ll always love you. You were my first proper relationship, my first intimate partner. How am I meant to forget that? I truly think we could meet again in the future, when we’re a little more mature, little more wealthier and a little bit more ready to settle down. You can never say never.