Dear Ex

Dear Ex,

Today is supposed to by 2nd month of my death, but as you know it didn't happen. I miss you a lot. I still can't get over you. So I decided to write a letter every day until that most awaited way comes, moving on from you.

I don't think it's a good idea though. Would it help me really? I am not sure. But I guess, it's a lot better than calling and texting you. I think I am 20% moved on now. It's a long way to go. I have met guys and I just chose to not be with them because I don't want to hurt them. I want to be ready and totally over you to be with that person. I can't be you or my friend. I can't be with someone I don't love just because I need someone. I don't to hurt like how you hurt me.

You know, it was the night that you totally broke my heart. I am still crying. As a matter of fact, I am crying while writing this. I remember how you ended it up and you cruelly threw me away. I was like a pet you did not like anymore and left me in the street. I remember the most vicious things you said in front of your friend. I remember everything. I was drunk that night when I met you. Even though I was, I remember how your face looked like. I remember how disgusted you were. I was wearing the singlet you bought for me in Ho Chi Minh, same shirt you bought for the person you chose.

Truly, I am not sure how did let myself get involved with you romantically. But I wish it didn't happen because it was wrong to begin with. For now, I am praying I will be fine. I will be.