A sad letter to a More or less significant other.

Do you remember the first time we kissed? We were leaving the park, the first time we ever hung out. You said the winner has to kiss the loser. You were always better than me at HORSE. You won all but two times. Each time you scored a point, you'd kiss me. I'd pull you against me and try to make that last... Because I knew it was only a matter of time before it'd all end...

I told you this would happen. I said specifically that i don't do this love thing, because she always forgets about me. "I promise I wont forget about you. I could never forget about you," you said. You always said how much you cared about me and wanted me to be happy. But that can't happen anymore. We never got our last kiss. I thought there would be one more...

Just one more try. Can we start again?

I am still in disbelief of what happened last night, dearest.

I saw you in the hall before school. And i started to tear up. My heart got that sick burning feeling in it, again. It's not a sharp stabbing feeling. It's a warm feeling. A feeling of hatred. It burns so badly.

Did you know people can die from heartache?

I hope so.

Most of all, I hope I get another chance with you.