It's been exactly one years since you broke up with me and I still miss you, your smile, your eyes, your smell, everything really. But on the other hand I'm glad we broke up, it was kind of a kick in my ass that helped me change. I'm not the depressed anxious misantroph I used to be, I'm much more social, I have new friends, I'm going out having fun, the therapy is going well, I passed all my exams and in a few weeks I'll start with my bachelor's thesis. Life is going pretty well, but I really wish I could share it with you.
I started taking drugs again, mostly ketamine, but everything is under control and I've been single the whole year and haven't hooked up with anyone as I'm still not over you. I still think that we could work things out, but I guess you're either too afraid or you just really don't love me anymore.
I asked K about you a few weeks ago and she told me that you started uni, but are going to fail most of your exams and you're partying too much. I just really hope that you're doing well and that one day you want to see me again, there's so much I want to tell you.
Right now I just want to go to your house, hug and kiss you and just talk.
I miss you