Tyler,
I don't entirely know why I read your letter instead of throwing it the trash and lighting it on fire, but I read it. I guess you're right about my excitement over paper mail. I can't resist.
That doesn't mean I can't resist you, because I can.
I am done with you, Tyler Oakley. I thought I made it clear when we first broke it off.
I didn't want to hear from you.
I didn't want any messages from you.
I just wanted it over.
Yet, a year later, here we are. How do I feel about you after a year? I don't feel like I miss you. I'm moving on with my life. I found an American boy that moved here and we are quite happy. He makes me happy. He cares about me, a lot more than you seemed to that night.
I moved on, Tyler.
It's about time you did the same. Oh, wait. You did.
Except you moved on while we were still together.
On the bed we planned on spending our wedding night in.
I'm not coming back.
Troye
