Dear You,

Who are you? Are you still the person who thought he had the world at his feet, or are you the person who promised me the world? You choose. Actually, no. You chose.

It's like one day you just disappeared and left no trace of what you used to be to me. You chose to go back to being as empty as you were before we met. It's truly sad to see everything we build ourselves upon is now just irrelevant. The plans, the dreams, the hopes. They all seem to think it was always a joke to you and quite frankly I'm starting to think we were a joke too.

It seems like leaving was a choice you made overnight. Like you woke up one morning and decided to go back to your old self, asking me to forget how used to having you I was. It's kind of like punching me in the face, but I'll try to think of it as a punch with a soft boxing glove. Because I don't know what to do or what to say anymore. You have time for everything except for at least wondering if I'm still alive. We went from talking all day every day to not saying a word like it is that easy to just cut off someone out of my life. I keep blaming it on myself because you're going around living your life so calmly like none of this ever meant a thing.

I was good to you. I loved you the exact way I've always wanted to be loved and it was the last thing that I felt confidently good at. But it's okay. I don't know if I will ever be able to thank you for being everything and nothing at once. It makes no sense. But I'm done. I truly wish you the best and I hope from the bottom of my heart that life gives you whatever you need to fill your emptiness.