Dear Bobby,
I was so nervous when I approached you earlier. I thought you're gonna ignore me but instead, you smiled at me. The kind of smile you gave to everyone, not the smile you used to show me before. Why do I wish for you to be mad at me instead?
Thank you, Bob, for letting me congratulate you personally. It means a lot to me. But when you thanked me, I can't help but wonder... Are you thankful because I congratulated you? Or is it because I broke up with you and let you go? I wanna ask you those questions but I'm scared... I'm scared that your answer will break me to tinier pieces.
I missed you so much, Bob. So much that my heart's clenching painfully. Ah. Forget it. I'll be okay. Someday. This love... is gonna die with me anyway.
Ruby
