Dear Brent (sweet love of my life),

After our three years (of paradise) together, these last few (dark) days have been (unbearably) strange (and painfully lonely) without you around. You are often (no, constantly) in my (obsessive) thoughts, but we both (except me) agree that it’s (not any) better this way. We (surely) want different things. We’ve grown apart (you flew the coop). This just wasn’t (what I) meant to (say) be(cause I’m missing you so much). After all, being single is like riding a bike, right? You never forget how (to feel alone and rejected).

I’m writing because (I’m desperate and) you left behind a few things (like your brand on my heart and my empty arms). I’m not sure whether you could come over (and try being “us”again) or if I should drop them off (the face of the Earth—myself included)?

What can I (possibly) say (to make you change your mind)? I (don’t) understand (at all) how you feel, and I hope we can still be friends (and lovers and grow old together). Let’s do lunch (and dinner and breakfast and tea and late-night-popcorn-in-front-of-the-tv-huddled-together-under-a-blanket) sometime.

(In)Sincerely yours (forever),
D.

(P.S. Please hear what I’m not saying.)