I’ve been meaning to write for a long time. I probably should have done it ages ago because I think we’re still technically together even though I haven’t seen you since I was 18. It’s your fault, you know. You abandoned me… but you never broke up with me.
So this is me… breaking up with you.
p.s. — Do you ever think of me? I wonder. Probably not… we were a long time ago. But I remember everything, good and bad. You were a surprise… you were my first love.