Wednesday, April 1st 2026
5:00 am.
Dear, _ _ _ _ _ _,
I don\'t exactly know who I\'m writing this letter to, I barley even remember your name. I can’t remember the last time we talked, or if we were even happy with each other. But clearly we weren’t, cause we’re not talking now.
Maybe we misinterpreted each other, maybe you were right in that I’m a bad person and I just don’t see it. I created a drag path from the end of our friendship to where I am now, that’s how much I think back to it.
I could’ve not said anything, but it felt like we were pulling away from each other anyway and that my words were the wrecking ball that took down our safe haven. I’ve never felt like I’ve belonged and you made me feel as though I did, but I guess it was up to me to ruin the only good thing I had.
If you had asked me now? No, no I don’t feel lonely, loneliness doesn’t really exist when you live with other people. But does it feel different? Of course it does. You’re gonna lose people in your life, you’ve just got to come to terms with it.
If I could go back in time, would I have maybe stopped myself from saying the things I said? Absolutely. But it is what it is, and you made me realise I wasn’t wanted.
A lot of people did.
But now I prefer myself alone,
No room for arguments, just the pure sound of silence.
I know this is one of the many letters you’ll never read, and I know you’re trying to forget my face.
But know that I don’t blame you for doing or saying what you did.
Cause in the end, I’m slowly forgetting your face,
And I’ve only got me to blame.
Yours sincerely,
- ????