Literature
To You, From Me
Dear A,
I'll be honest with you. When I found out that you had someone else, my heart stopped just a little. Because, back when I was single, I thought that maybe after a while that we could get back together again and I'd be happy. Oh, how wrong I was; wrong and terribly foolish of me.
I will also say this honestly--when did I stop being your friend? I never stopped... you did. I want to be your friend, but how can I be friends with someone who won't even put in the effort to be mine. It hurts me to say this, but hopefully you find this one day and read it very closely.
I still care about you and there is a part of my heart that will alwa
