Hey Adrian, I want you to know this isn’t a suicide note, and I really wish things had worked out. A couple of weeks from now, I feel like most of the time I try to talk to you, it’s like talking to a piece of paper that can’t write back. I’m going back to rehab to get better, and I’ll be really good once I return. Last night at 4:05 AM, I caught myself trying to relapse, and part of me wanted to.
I couldn’t resist the sharp blades that caught my attention, which used to catch my eye back then. Luckily, my mom was there, and I didn’t do anything. It was like a dream I couldn’t control. I hope you don’t think I’m writing this for attention. I will still have my phone sometimes, but I probably won’t be on it often. I hope you find the girl of your dreams, that I wish I could have been.
Deep down, I still love you, and I know part of me has to let you go because you’ve moved on. You’re really cute, Adrian. I mean, your personality is great, and everything about you is so amazing. I’ll always care for you, no matter how lost I feel inside.
I will forever miss our late-night talks about how my seals would always annoy you. Just so you know, my seal is back. I’m going to miss my cats and their fights. I’m writing this as I cry because it’s really hard to leave. Most importantly, I love you, Adrian. I always have.
I hope I’m your longest relationship, and yes, in my head, we’ve been together for two years. I don’t care, okay? Every day counts for me, except when we don’t have contact. Anyway, I hope you know I wish you the best with school, your family, and your dog, if you still have it. I love you, okay. Stay safe. (psa, we broke up before our 2-year anniversary)