Dear... “Ex”
Hi.
I don't care if you don't know where am I coming from, but I have to say: you'd be pretty dumb not to know. I don't know where to start, there's so much I want to say, and more than that, I want to scream to your dumb f**king face.
I don't know if you're the best or worst thing that has happened to me in my life, but it definitely feels like it's the second one. You know me like no one else does, you remember little details no one else remembers and you have the perfect things to say in every moment (almost, every moment).
Now, I know that you see me just as friends, even though you perfectly know we were way more than that. It's just... your words, actions, everything had double meaning and you like to pretend it didn't. I hate you for that. You KNOW what you did.
I was blinded, though, I'll admit that. It was also my fault. I should've been more clear, not just hope you'd understand. Still, I need to remember all the bad, mean, things you said, even if you didn't mean it. I miss you though, but I need to hate you to forget the parts of you that make the butterflies in my stomach flutter.
I promise I'll move on, just so we can go back to being friends. Not that I want to because I'll be painful, but because I don't think I can live without you.