Dear J,

I'm sorry. I assumed you were doing those things because I wanted to justify my pain and confusion about our... Whatever it was we had last fall. I should've asked. I should've talked to you. But now we have what you always said would probably be best for me: We don't talk anymore. I miss you, but you seem to be doing so well without me, and I'm finally dealing with this whole thing pretty well. So I guess this is the end of an era, huh?

I'm not sorry I said I loved you, even though I'm not entirely sure I actually did.

I think of you every time I skip rocks. Maybe we'll meet again someday in Maine.
TeapotK TeapotK
18-21, F
Jul 15, 2010