Yaz

Why don't you just call me? Why? Did I mean that little to you?

Why don't you call me? I want to go for a bike ride with you. I'm sure you have someone prettier to sit on your bike now, though. Someone to show off to all your lecherous biker friends. Sorry I wasn't good enough for you to show off. I'm sorry I embarrassed you all the time. I'm sorry. I suck.

My knees are my only friend. I hug them and hug them. I want you instead.

I wish you loved me enough to try and work something out with me. I want to say I don't know how you could let it all go, but I know how you could. You don't love me and you are never coming back. Ever. I hate you for that, but my love for the person you are will never die. Even if you forget, I never will. But I won't let you rule me anymore. I just love, and that is all. I wish you would come back, but my wishes don't mean crap to you. Nothing I felt or wanted meant anything. Well, you meant something to me. I was a big enough person to love you and care about you, and I'm the one that is growing as a result. I win.

I think about you every day. As if my love alone will make you come back. I thought about you all morning. You've forgotten, haven't you?

I can hardly remember what your voice sounds like, or what your face looks like as a whole. I can see bits of it, but it's hard to put together. I don't want to look at photos, even the idea of looking makes me sick. You make me sick. I wish I could get rid of this disease you've given me. Please come back?

You just don't care.

I just wanted to tell you the cat caught two rats and bit my Mum. It was pretty funny.

Who are you going to take with you to the farm for xmas? I wish it was me.

I can stand the thought of you sleeping around. I can't stand the thought of you falling in love with someone other than me. Knowing she's the one for you. Smiling at her and complimenting her. Wanting to talk to her and spend time with her. It kills me. You don't even think of me, and if you saw me with another guy you probably wouldn't care. Please come back. I love you.

I don't want to hurt, I want to love.

Hi. There was a car accident outside my house just now, it's the middle of the night - so I have no one to talk to. It was horrific. It reminded me of the fatality we saw on our last holiday together. I am shaking all over and I can't stop wishing you were here to comfort me. I miss you so much. Please come back.

I miss being able to talk to you. I miss having someone just to chat to about random things. I miss you. I love you. Come back to me. Love me more than ever. Please?

I feel the sadness now. I love you. Please come back.

Hi Peter. I know you're not really my ex, but I wanted to write anyway. You now Mike broke up with me, and I loved him deeply. When I met you, I fell in love with you, too. It wasn't as deep as Mike, but it was a fresh relaxed love like I've never had before. You were honest about where you were in life and did your best not to hurt me. I loved you, but I was able to let go because you acted like a gentleman. You were respectful and open, and everything anyone could wish for. I feel sad that we probably won't meet up again. But I loved you when we were together - even if it was only two weeks. Just wanted to say.

Hi Mike. How's it going? I just wanted to say that I'm jealous and I hate you. You're going to get so many girls. You had a relationship with an older woman, and you dumped her. You're good looking and have your head screwed on. You'll be a hero. Your friends will idolise you and the girls will want to find out more. I hate that - whilst you're revelling in female attention, I am hurting like a mother b1tch. Well, do you know what? You're the b1tch.

I don't know what to say anymore. You clearly have nothing to say to me. Goodbye.

I love you, and I want you to come back - but I don't know what I think of you anymore.

Hi. I struggled today, but I am also moving forward. Maybe I don't feel like I'm moving away from you, but I feel I'm getting closer to me. If I could tell you what I've learned today, and the choices I've made, I know you'd be happy for me. I'm starting to realise that you just want to be happy. It's sad that you felt you couldn't be happy with me, but I wasn't happy with me either. A part of me wants to believe that you'd wait for me. But I don't believe you left me for the reasons you said you did... I think you used my issues as an excuse, because greener pastures called. I'm really starting to dislike what you are, but still, I don't know do I? You wouldn't talk to me during or after our relationship. I'm not sure I could be with you again, unless you could prove your breaking up with me was because you loved me and wanted us to be together forever.

I love you. Please come back.

Just wanted to say that I'm proud of myself for being brave. I know you have forgotten, and probably don't care. But when we were together, you would have cared. You would have been proud of me, too.

I pray every night that we will be back together. I don't even believe in god.

Hi again. I just had another cry about you. I want to hate you for what you did to me, but I love everything about you. That you don't think of me, that you've forgotten what we had and think you could have something better - that is the worst. But I still love you and want you back. Things could be different. Please come back?

I wish you would call me. But you're having too much fun to think of me.

Are we still friends? Did you post "Mike had a good weekend" on facebook? If you did, I know you're with someone. Did you have fun riding on your bike? Did you have fun chatting to skanks at the 21st? I keep on thinking I'll be a better person after all of this, like you'll regret losing me. You will never regret losing me. You just don't care. You don't even think of me. I'm nothing to you. Nothing. But I'm something to me. I can't stop loving you, even though I hate you so much. How could you discard me so readily? For Melanie? One day, someone will hurt you as badly as you hurt me. Maybe you'll think of me then?