I wrote a letter to you in a her card.
The whole time holding back tears.
Do you even understand how much it kills me you haven't messaged me?
You get art.
You act fine.
I get that you were unhappy with our relationship.
I get that you wanted to be happy.
My heart feels like burning ash.
With fire comes Ash, smoke, pain, and disrepair.
Our relationship, my computer, my close friend.
Things I lost in that week.
You stated that you wanted me to win you back if I wanted things back.
How can I do that if you were unhappy when I even went to a friends?
I sort of feel like Adele.
'Hello from the out side...'
'Hello, It's me..'
I wish you would message me or even let me know how you are.
I hear from friends how you are.
That you are 'fine'.
I am a pile of ash.
Just the remains of someone that didn't know her relationship was doomed.
Just someone that didn't know their partner was unhappy.
I gave my all, but just seems I got the short end of the stick.
And all you got was the letter in the Christmas Card.