I think about you every day, all the time. It's like you have invaded my life and I hate it. I wish it stopped. I wish I had never met you. I wish you cared enough to text me, to be mad, anything. Just reach out. But you won't, I have always known you wouldn't even try to ask why I stopped responding. Even so, I hope you know that I didn't break my promise, that the reason I left was because I couldn't stand this kind of relationship, it was eating me alive. But I don't think you are broken, I don't think you are unfixable. I hope you know that I still wish you the best, despite all the hurt. Janire, I miss you so much it hurts. You were the first person to ever make me feel like I deserved love. You broke my heart, but I can't help but wanting you back. I still remember everything. I can't forget. I wonder if you do. You probably don't, you don't care enough.