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I began to question myself for a while because that was the only thing I could do as we slowly drifted apart. I don't know if you still think about me, or even remember my name or face.

It's been a while now, a long while. I know this is totally ridiculous. I mean, it is actually, but a letter is more... I don't know, a letter just fits to do this. Still, I don't think you'll ever read this letter because of me.

I know you hate me, and I hate you. I know hate is a strong word, but it's the truth. We both hate each other. We both had our differences and that made us work, but when it got too out of hand, it all just crumbled. I didn't think I'd crawl back to feeling this, but look at me now. And it wouldn't even be big things to remind me of you. I could be writing on a test with a pencil, then I'll begin to think about how I messed up. My pencil will break, just like my heart did on that day.

I never thought that I'd get hurt when we started to date. I pictured it to be like another relationship, but it wasn't. It was much more unique and difficult, but I didn't care. I still held on to whatever we had left, still am, and you just let it crumble. It's like you wanted this to happened, like you wanted to destroy me. I still ask that same question.

Because that's all I can do.