I still daydream every day about spending the rest of my life with you. At this point it’s quite clear that that is unlikely. We haven’t spoken in 10 months. I don’t know where you are or what you’re doing. I’ve forbidden myself to look you up because I’m sure it would only cause me more pain. I’m probably not part of your plan. You were the first person to make me feel normal in a long time. I love you.
