Dear Graham,
I’m an idiot for falling in love with you. I miss you so-so-so much all of the time. You could ask our friends, you could ask anyone. I was so happy that I could nerd out to you and that we had similar interests and you actually liked that I could be weird, and corny, and annoying and you wouldn’t leave. But you did. You did leave. And that broke my heart. It doesn’t mean I don’t miss you because by all gods I miss you all the time. I want you to like me back, and I’m pissed of that he ruined it and you didn’t let me explain. You know who this is-if you remember or care at least. I’ll tell our friends I don’t want you back or I don’t miss you but that’s not true. Please. I think you’re awesome, and handsome, and sweet, and smart and caring and you’re just great. I wish you the best of the best.

Love, You-Know-Who.