wes,

i called you a few days ago. i guess i keep forgetting that we aren't friends and that we don't talk anymore. you were my closest friend before we broke up.

i never even loved you that bad anyway.

that's the sound of me trying to convince myself that it doesn't matter. but, if i don't love you, then why did i call you again?

breaking up could've been the end of it, but i never know when to stop talking. i think i called you because i was lonely. that might be why i'm writing these letters too. i miss having you as my friend.

that might be the worst thing about it. i lost my boyfriend and my best friend at the same time.

you're probably better off without me anyway, i know you know it. but then, why did you call me last night? why do we never seem to end?

not talking is good for us both, i know it is. because all i do is hurt you. all i do is cause you pain and confuse you because i do stupid things like calling you again.

i'm sorry,

luna