Dear Wendell,
It’s been a while since we split… well… you split. I’m still sitting here looking like a fool hoping I’ll get a phone call from you saying we are back together. You text me every now and then. I answer of course. Still being a fool… You know I was always raised not to fall for a guy the way I fell for you? I guess life sucks and then you die. That’s pretty much how mine is going so far.
I loved you… So much. I couldn’t even put into words. It wasn’t a sexual thing, really. It was like I needed you around me. There was so much tension between us though… I think that’s what ruined it. It’s really messed up that every time I see you, I just wanna hug or kiss you… I just can’t control it… I miss you, so much. I guess that all I can really do is hope for the best and wish you good luck. I could never hurt you, or even wish bad upon you. It’s screwed up because we fought so much yet every single night I went to sleep with you on my mind and woke up with you on my mind…
I guess it’s just my luck for falling for you.
Goodbye,
Lyssa