Dearest James,
Today, I woke up with tears glistening my once vibrant eyes.
I dreamt of our break up. Again.
It's the same scenario everyday. Same scenario every night. Same feelings always. Same doubts clouding my mind. Same heartbreak I'm feeling until now. Same dreams that kept on replying inside my head.
I believe we have a choice in this world. About how to tell sad stories. On the one hand, you could sugar coat it. I like that version as much as the next girl does. This is not just the truth, this is the truth.
We're over.
You broke up with me.
And I was left with my heart broking into tiny pieces.
I'm wishing, wishing with all my might that it is only a dream.
But the thing is, this is not a dream. That is reality. It is real. It happened not quite a long time ago.
I'm broken and I don't know if I will be the same girl ever again.
Love, Roan.
