I know I've said it a million times, but I miss you. It's only been a week. I know you hate me. I know I was the one to cut you off. I don't regret it. I won't let myself hurt you anymore. I just miss talking to you everyday. You don't understand how much joy you brought me, and I did nothing but hurt you in return. I'm eternally sorry for that, but it's better this way. Thanks for the memories though. They were nice while they lasted.