Dearest Graham,

You know our story. I don't need to waste time or space in this "letter" telling it to you. You know how I felt, you know the good and bad times, you know me. And I know you.

I'll start by saying how sorry I am for the things I did. For cheating on you, for controlling you, for not trusting you, for every terrible thing I did to you, especially when you didn't do anything to deserve it. But, in credit to me, you know as well as I do that if the distance never existed, those problems would NEVER have existed either. And we'd still be together. Too many ifs, if you want to look at it that way, but I know the truth.

I wish I were okay with talking to you, with being friends, but I never will be. Those feelings will always be there, whether prominent or not, and I don't feel like hurting myself all over again. But I do want there to be open communication, of feeling okay enough with either of us just being able to talk to each other whenever we felt like. You were special to me, and there will always be a place for you in my heart, regardless if there's a place for me in yours.

It hurts you consider me just another ex, that you'd avoid me if I had gone to TIP this final summer. We enjoyed plenty of firsts together, we were closer than we'd ever been to anyone else, and for you to write me off like you have is...a plethora of negative adjectives/nouns.

As much as I hate to say it, I want to hear from you July 14th. I want to know if you're thinking about me, especially on that day. It would've been three years together, and it would've been hard to top the past two years in "gifts." It'd be worse for me emotionally if I didn't hear from you and therefore believe you didn't even remember me. Then again, if you honestly don't remember me on that day, then I guess it's for the best we've both moved on. However, considering you remembered my birthday, I find it unlikely for you to forget 7/14.

My mom, for whatever reason, has stockpiled my things of you in her room, including your boxers, and I've been debating sending them back. Probably will, but who knows. I might commence to do the planned burning instead.

I hope you talk to me, out of your own free will if you want to, but I understand if you don't talk to me because you aren't comfortable.

Sincerely,
Luna