I’ve been crying. I’m sorry for what I said to you in the previous letter. You’re not really that horrible, you’re just you, and I think I might have overreacted. I don’t know how to be friends with the people I break up with. Breakups are always so dramatic for me. I’ve been blaming and hating you for weeks and I really think that’s unhealthy. It’s always unhealthy when love turns to hate. You know I don’t have many friends like you do. I’ve always wondered how you do it, keep so many friends. Ever since I could remember, I’ve always been this inward kinda person. I find it difficult to relate with people. Maybe that’s why I love so deeply, because the person I love becomes everything to me. Is that why you left, because you felt it was too much? Could love ever be too much?