I know you said that was the last time we’d ever talk again because we had to move on and stop talking about the same thing over and over again. But I just need to talk, because I can’t move on just like that. Hey, not everyone is as strong as you. It’s the memories, they keep flooding back, and there’s little I can do to stop it. I think of you, at the beach, on the bridge, on the 25th floor. It just keeps coming back, and I really wish I could stop it. Why did we even break up? Jeez! It hurts so damn much. Why do we remember? Why can’t we just live on without the past? I feel you hurt me, but then maybe I hurt you too, so it’s no one’s fault. Could you come back? Scratch that, do I sound weak? Damn! Why am I even writing this? I sound weak. I got to go now. Maybe I’d write you again, I don’t know.