Right now, there are people all over the world who are just like you. They’re lonely. They’re missing somebody. They’re in love with someone they probably shouldn’t be in love with. They have secrets you wouldn’t believe. They wish and they dream and they hope, and they look out the window whenever they’re in the car or on a bus or a train and they watch the people on the streets and wonder what they’ve been through. They wonder if there are people out there like them. They’re like you, and you could tell them everything and they would understand.

And right now, they’re sitting here reading these words, and I’m writing this for you so you don’t feel alone anymore.

i can’t handle this anymore.

i wish i loved you like i used to, but i don’t. you hurt me, you made me doubt myself, you made me doubt everything. i gave up so much for you, and i never got anything back. empty words, empty promises. long absences. silence. painful, excruciating silence. and now? now you say you love me, now you want me, and the very thought of you makes me angry. where were you when i needed you? where were you when i thought the world of you, and wanted nothing more than to be with you? where were you when i cried myself to sleep every night, when every single thing i saw reminded me of you, when i wrote your name over and over again in my diary, when you were my every wish and my every hope?

it’s over. please, accept that it’s over. i can’t be friends with you. it hurts too much, the memories, the lies, the false hope. i want to love you again. but i don’t. i can’t.

i wish you a happy life from the bottom of my heart. please move on. please forget me. it hurts, i know, goddamnit, i went through it all for you what feels like yesterday. but you’re too late. i’ve moved on. it took me nearly a year, but i did it. you will too. i don’t love you. i love him. and the pathetic part? he doesn’t love me.

i’m beginning to believe that i’ll never be happy.