March 26

Dear Drew,

You know what? It’s kinda weird but I actually dreamt of you. I don’t why but that dream was kind of creepy. You were there, begging for forgiveness, asking for another chance. That’s just like so stupid right? I mean come on! You were so sure when you broke up with me. Gosh. I don’t know what to say.

Anyways, I guess I’ll be trying to go back to the normal me. If you would notice, I wasn’t able to write you a letter for 20 consecutive days already. I needed a makeover so bad. I can’t believe that I wasted more than a month crying over a boy who, maybe, dumped me for another girl. Hey. Don’t get me wrong here but I swear, I really grieved over my loss but I guess grieving is over or maybe I’m on way there.

I’ll be going back to my business again. Remember the restaurant/bar that I built 3 years ago? I left that business for a year right? Gee. Thanks to you I had to leave that. Pssh. Well, now, I’ll be going back there. I’ll be the hands-on manager again. And guess what? My band is going to sing there again.

Hey. I’m not telling you this so that you and your stupid friends would go there. I’m just telling you that finally, I’m getting the chance to do what I want to. That finally, I’m almost free from all the pain and sorrow that I felt before.

PS.

You could still go to my restaurant/bar. But unlike before, you’ll be paying for everything now.

Confessing my heart out,
Michelle