It’s been five months and 13 days since you broke up with me again. I really want to be done with you. But a saw a cute guy on the sidewalk and he looked almost like you. I can’t help that my type is you. I made a story and published It. You’re still my Dion and I’m your Evan. I’ll never forget what we had. I was so scared to lose you again. But I did anyways. I don’t think I’ll ever love another like I did you. I have a crush on a guy a year behind me, but I can’t even imagine dating him.
Anyways, I miss you. 16?