Dear ex,

Wow. Its almost been two months. It feels like just yesterday when I would take all of your hoodies, and we would text everyday. But, after these two months, I don’t know if you ever really did love me. The day before our five months, when we broke up, was the day everything went downhill.

I remember crying every night and sleeping with your hoodie. That day when you danced with me was probably the happiest moment I had in the past month. But then, a week later, not even before we’ve been apart for a month, you got a new girlfriend. Not only that, you DENY dating her. I’ve actually spoken to her personally and she said you guys were, so screw you. I remember that day when I gave you that really long note, confessing my feelings. For some reason, you didn’t read it, but instead you gave it to my friend to give it back to me. People say you didn’t read it because you think that I hate you, or that you were just tired of me. I don’t know to be honest, but I wish you would’ve read it.

People say now that you and your new girl broke up. Some say because all of the hate people are giving you, others say its because you still like me. I don’t know. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you and miss you, but I can’t force you to love me back. Nobody can. I miss you, and if you ever run into this, you don’t have to be scared to talk to me. If you don’t want anything to do with me, I understand. Do whatever makes you happy.

I remember how we’d talk for hours, and you would always be there to talk if things get hard, or to calm me down when I’m stressed. I don’t have you as an outlet anymore, so I just have to bottle up all of my emotions. The worst thing is that whenever I’m near you, I just miss you even more. When I hear a song with a trumpet in it, I’m reminded about how I no longer have my adorable trumpet player.

I miss you so damn much.

Love,
Malia