Hey, it's me

I don't know if you'll still remember me, but I met someone new yesterday. He had the brightest blue eyes you could've imagined. And even though they were prettier than yours, my mind couldn't help but dig you up from the depths of the forbidden.

Funny, isn't it? How this guy could be everything for me. He could love me more than you ever did, but my mind treacherously wonders to you. After all this time. It’s still you.

Maybe I don't want his perfect love. Maybe I want the dull blue eyes and pointy nose, freckles and flaming hair. Unfortunately, they don't want me anymore.

And I know you're probably wondering why I'm writing to you when I know you've moved on.
Well, I guess for old times sake. I just want to let you know that I haven't moved on. Every time I see things that remind me of you, I have a dominating urge to run into your arms.

I know it wasn't supposed to end like this. Or maybe it wasn't supposed to end at all, but I am as homesick as ever for you.