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This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Tampa chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.

Dear You,

After two weeks of silence, you said you fell out. Out of everything I put in, out of everything we carried, out of everything we pushed and shoved and collected and broke and put back together with half-dried glue. Two weeks ago, you were happy to see me. Or so I assumed. Or so you portrayed. Or so I wanted so badly to trick myself into seeing on your face. 

Is it possible to stop loving someone in two weeks? I can’t stop loving you after six months of trying. I won’t stop loving you even further from that. I refuse.

So, my answer to you is no. No, you did not stop loving me. No, your feelings did not change. No, you cannot move on. I want to be selfish, and I deserve to be selfish, after all the work I have put in—for me, for you, for us.

So, my dear you, see you soon. 

In four.

College kid just trying to survive