Hey! How have you been?

As for me, I've decided to write you a letter because it's the best I could possibly do now. Especially that we don't talk anymore, and something tells me that we never will talk ever again. It's sad, right? This is where we're at now. But who am I to complain? If we don't talk—let alone look at each other's way—anymore, it's my fault. I've pushed your button so many fucking times that it also pushed you away. And the fact that I'm writing you this letter would probably push you even further. But I don't plan on letting you read this. I don't want you to know I'm still obsessing over you when I tell all our friends that I'm starting to move on. Someday, somehow, you'd find out about this. I just hope that when it happens, this shitty letter won't even mean a thing to you anymore and just shrug it off.

Here's the deal, I will write you 100 letters from now on. I'll say everything I wanna tell you face-to-face but can't. And then I'll stop. I promise I'll quit it after the hundredth letter. I'm not sure I'd be totally moved on after that but what I'm sure about is that I won't bother you with these letters again. I guess this really is where we're at now.

You looked great tonight, by the way. I see you gained weight and I think you look better that way. I told Chini how I also loved your hair, I've never seen you looked that awesome. Altogether, you're a hearthrob. For me atleast. It feels good to see you look good. Maybe not your best, but atleast better than how you've been the past few weeks. Ofcourse you don't know that I noticed, you don't even know I steal glimpses at you every-so-often when I hang around during your shift at work. Too bad you always had your back at me but it's fine as long as I see you there, just within my reach. I'm happy with that. We don't have to talk at all, I just have to save everything I want to say for writing into these letters later on. And this is what I'm gonna be doing from this point on.