Dear Dan,

It's been so long since I've written one of these letters. At least a year, maybe even longer. We were young once, young and in love. I still love you, in fact. We're together at the moment, but honestly, I don't know how long that'll last.

You've been staying out late, and you're becoming distant. I see your credit card bills - they're more than I make in a month. What are you even spending money on? Certainly not me, or our flat, or food, or clothes. You seem to make sure that I don't know. 

When I'm upset, I watch our coming out video. I smile, remembering the better times, and I cry remembering what we're like now. We had so much potential. So much. We could've been soul mates. But then again, who knows. I could just be paranoid. Although, we are drifting. I feel it. You leave early in the morning for uni, and you stay out late at night. You never like to tell me where you go. I don't know how much more of this my heart can take.

Sometimes I feel like a 1950's American house wife, someone who's supposed to be happy with staying home all day, waiting up every night for their boyfriend. But I'm not happy with it. I never was. You seem to be fairing just fine - besides the obvious lack of sleep. It'll be maybe three in the morning before I feel you fall into bed, wrapping your arms around my waist. I'm just worried about you.. about us.

Yours, Phil

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okay so I'm feeling creative and i want to write so expect maybe more updates + three updates in a day wow + 1oo READS OH MY GOD ILYASM

Much love, Sam