You didn't have to leave the way you did, but you did it anyway. "I'll see you later," you said. It's been 1,167 days and I've been waiting ever since, like throwing a ball for a dog, just for it to return to nobody there. That's how it felt when you left. You broke my heart into a million pieces. My only way of coping is writing these letters to you. Even though I know you won't care to read them, I'm doing this for myself, because this is my way of letting you go.All Rights Reserved