I know you probably don’t want me writing to you, but I can’t help it. It’s Valentine’s Day and while I usually don’t get into the sappy holiday, it got me thinking of you. There’s just so much left unsaid between us and I just feel… I don’t know… lost… confused… a ton of stuff. I can’t even wrap my head around any of it. I get why you’re angry, though. Trust me, I’ve spent my entire life angry and what happened… it’s unforgivable—I get that. And I get why you probably don’t ever want to see me again, but I just want to let you know that I miss you so God damn much, it feels like it’s killing me. I miss having you around. I miss your sarcasm. You’re scent. Sleeping next to you. The feel of you. You’re taste. You’re smile. You’re laugh. And I know you’re probably going to read this letter and think it’s ridiculously cheesy (in fact, you’ll probably roll your eyes a few times) but I don’t care. It’s the truth and I just needed to tell you the truth, even if you still never talk to me again.
I just needed you to know how I feel.
I miss you.