I hasn’t been very long since we broke up. Maybe a month, but god it has been the most painful time. I love you. And it hasn’t lessened. Everyone tells you it just takes time. It’ll get better. You’ll be fine soon. Will I? No it hasn’t been years, but I feel the exact same as I did a month ago. I still love you. You’re still the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. But that’s a part of the problem. I see you all the time every week. We have the same friends we are committed to the same things so I just get to live life and see you, but avoid you. I can’t talk to you or try and work things out. Sometimes I wish our breakup had been filled with yelling and swearing and “I hate you” but it wasn’t. I was the first guy you were with so you had to be sure that you wanted me to be the last. Which is fair I don’t want to spend my life with you always thinking what if he wasn’t the one for me? But how long have you wanted to break up? I don’t think it was day one because I don’t think we would have made it two years, but was it the last week? The last month? I don’t know. And when I see you, you look like you’re doing fine like our breakup hasn’t fazed you. You’re friends say you’re hurt to, but you’ve always been good at hiding your emotions so I don’t really know. I just want to talk to you and find out how you are doing, and comfort you like I used to. I wish I could talk to you one last time and say I love you.