I know we said we should make a clean break. No phone. No email. No contactwhatsoever. I know that is what you wanted. But I still feel compelled, every day and night, to say something to you. Like an itch I can’t scratch. I feel like I need to talk to you. I can’t stand not knowing what is going on in your life. I don’t know if you have met someone else or not by now, but I don’t care. Your idea of no contact is not fair. You can’t spend four years with someone and expect them to just disappear. Can you?

I really don’t believe that you never want to see me again. It isn’t like we had some horrific break up. There was no cheating. No yelling. Just a parting of ways, and now I can’t even say hello? It has been five months, and I still can’t go a day without thinking about what went wrong, and whether we could have fixed it. Now I will never know. Now neither of us will never know, because we can’t talk to discuss it.

Love,
Wishing You Weren’t Silent