Dear X,

I STILL miss you sometimes. Which is stupid because I was your rebound .. I can never see you again and I don't trust myself to contact you, either.

It's good that you appear to have moved on, from what you texted me in August. I'm lucky that you're not still in love with me - if you ever were. We were friends once. We could still be friends, if I hadn't screwed everything up. I should have stopped you, that first night. I should have told you the truth. But I didn't, because I was sad and lonely and weak. And now I never can.

I hope you forget even my name. It'll hurt me if you do, but it will be the best thing, for all of us.

I miss you. I hate you. I loved you.

Viv