I'm not sure what to write here. I mean I loved you all those years ago and I still love you. I hated you for a year but then we started talking again.
I love you, but I am not in love with you.
You are the reason I find smoking hot, and that I'm into so many weird things.
You are also the main reason I don't have more scars on my body than I do.
You are also the reason I let it get bad in the first place.
Dear ex.