This, to me, seems like the lamest excuse ever to convince myself that it really is over. Maybe I knew from the start that we weren’t meant to be; that I was just consumed in relationship stereotypes that I forgot about my own. My reality. We were blindfolded lovers (heard that in a song once).

I’m really caught up as to what to say. I know I’m only writing this because I miss you and I can’t figure you out anymore. Maybe I never could.

You really were my first love. My first kiss. My first real friend. My first companion. Someone I could be vulnerable with and silly with but still feel so raw.

This letter isn’t going anywhere and I apologise. But I needed to write this. Write something. Anything.

With love, Ally.