I am writing this with high hopes that i will never have to give it to you, but i am most known for preparing for the storm on a sunny day and i always fear for the worst until i have overthought my sanity and remain breathless in the void of myself. As i write this, i am unsure of why we ended. Maybe one of us died, or the distance was affecting us too greatly. Maybe we found someone else. Or maybe, worst of all, we just stopped loving each other. Isn’t that the saddest? When the love just runs out? There are no other factors other than we just stopped caring the way we once did. I hope it is never that.
            I hope that you were not in love with me. We repeated we loved each other endless times but never in love. I said it, multiple times, but you never said it back. I was always unsure if this meant that you didn’t feel the same, or you were afraid to. Either way, i hope you didn’t, for falling out of love is the most painful part. Here’s a bit of advice: don’t fall in love with me. Don’t fall in love with the girl who doesn’t eat. She’ll starve herself until she slips through your hands when you hold her the way grains of sand slip through the fingers of careless kids who are more in love with the ocean than the shore. Don’t fall in love with the girl who’s an addict. She may recover from drugs, but she’ll only change her obsession with substance to her obsession of you. Whatever fills the gaps in her heart. Don’t fall in love with the girl who writes. You’ll love the words she writes that look like light and seep down your lungs like oil on water, but you don’t know that the ink will carry on, for as long as she writes of you, you can never truly be gone. Don’t fall in love with me, because i am the type of girl that will kiss you in all of your favorite places so you can never return without the memory of my breath on your neck. i am the type of girl that will kiss the dark parts of you but only take the light when we go our separate ways. I am not a good girl and deep down i will always be cynical. I apologize for this, and for once i am truly sorry.
            As we grow old in our separate paths, i hope that when time begins to take my memories it only erases the parts of my life when we weren’t together. What a sad type of dream to have as it is mere fiction, but i am sure i will be daydreaming about you for the rest of my life. My imagination will always take me to you.     
            But for now. I’ll see you in my dreams and in places you used to kiss my cheek, for i can’t help but love books and ghosts of my past. Until the universe brings our atoms together, this is the end.