Dear Omar, I don’t know why am I starting to miss you again. Maybe this endless quarantine shed lights to my memories with you. Memories that mean nothing to you. The vibes that I felt with you and you didn’t care. I have seen it all in your eyes but I still wanted us to work. You are the first person I really liked. 
I deleted our chats but I still have one little screenshot of it where you said i had beautiful eyes. Because I have always felt that I was very ugly and that particular compliment really made me head over hills because it was coming from you.
I knew you only wanted me for my body. But I am glad at the end you didn’t want to use me and throw me away. You just cut it out. 
I know you don’t want serious relationship, I understand you that you have to focus on your sports career which I am a fan of.
I wish you were protective over me instead of talking shit behind my back like you said you would but you didn’t. Shame on you.
Anyways what i really want to say that i miss your midnight rides. I am bored at home. I need someone and i need your touch, your chat. But you don’t. You have plenty of girl admirers to talk and spend your time and I don’t. It’s unfair. 
One day I will be moved on completely and you will regret for breaking my heart. Have a good life little boy.