I write you a love letter everyday.

It's strange that you are this stranger to me now when we once knew each other so well. As I always say, I never imagined it to be like this. I thought I'd know you forever and learn more about you. Have you changed? Who are you? I can't pretend I didn't share so much of my life, of my dreams, of my hope, of my love with you but when I see you on campus I know there is nothing I could possibly say to you. There is nothing that I can say that will fix this, there are no words that I could write that will bring you back. I just feel overwhelmed and melancholy. Is this really how it ended? Are we really done? Was it ever even real? Did you ever really see yourself being with me? What was reality and what was false? By this demise, it just seems like it all was a lie, like it was all a waste. And I don't exactly have extra bits and pieces of my heart to throw around. You were my all... You are moving on with your life... and three months after you ripped my heart out of my body, I'm still bleeding profusely, I'm still stuck in our distant past.