It got me again

Here I am again, writing another letter you will never read. I feel the grief eating me alive. I miss you. You were doing so well—consistently communicating, making me feel like our connection mattered to you—and then you suddenly disappeared. I hope you’re well. I hope you’re happy.

One day, I won’t even think of you for a whole day. But for now, I will focus on enjoying my journey of healing from you.

I know you have personal issues to deal with; I just wish you had told me. I would have understood.