i, anonymous

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I miss you. I miss your curls and your smell. I miss your eyes and the way that you always laughed at how stupid I am when I get stoned. I miss the way you would come to bed at five in the morning and whisper to me in my sleep all of the different reasons that you loved me. I always heard you. I broke up with you because I thought I wanted something else. I broke your heart and mine by throwing us away and moving. It took you three fucking months to find someone new. Three fucking months until you found another girl to love. I must have really been hard to get over if it took you three long, torturous months to move on. I just found out that I have cancer, and I need you now more than ever—but you are with her, in our apartment, living our life. I'm not going to tell you about my cancer, but when you do find out, I hope it doesn't take you nearly as long to get over my death as it did to get over us. You fucking piece of shit—I hate you and your new girlfriend.

—Anonymous