Letter to no one.

Dear Blank,
I can't say this to your face, as it's pretty likely that the words will come out wrong and messed up, or I'll leave something out. I am writing to tell you why I'm so sad, and so saddened by you.
What happened to us? Me and you? Where did we go? Was this meant to end this way? I suppose we'll never find out just what we could have been now.
It seems that you've managed to replace me nicely. Good for you. I hope you share as many happy, funny, and memorable times as we did. Seriously.
I don't have much more to say on that matter, so I'll move swiftly on. I think I'm ready to let go and break off now, after the internal struggle that I've been suffering with for months now. I have to leave. I'm ready.
I really hope you have a nice life, and achieve all your dreams. As much as it pains me to, the time has come to say goodbye. I cannot put into words how much you hurt me, so I'm not even going to try to explain. You were my best friend; I trusted you.
There's nothing left to say.
I'll miss you.
Blank.
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