Dearest James,
It was our 11th month celebration of being together when you decided to end everything about us.
It is still fresh inside my mind like a strawberry newly picked from the plant of it.
It was November 11, 2011. Our eleventh monthsary.
We're meeting at the cafe where we first met. Where everything began. Where one simple smile can change everything.
As I walked inside the cafe, I greeted you with the brightest smile I can ever give you. A smile that once, made your heart race like a horse galloping in the meadows. Or so I know.
"Let's end this."
3 words. 11 letters. 1 million feelings. 1 heartbreak.
You said it is not me. It is you.
B-ullshit.
Love, Roan.
