Dear Valerie,
I miss you. I've missed you since the day I got the call. Well, actually I missed you right after you left my house that afternoon. I guess some part of me knew that you would never be back. I still text you. Well, I guess it's not actually you. Who ever got your number blocked me , but I still text it. Is that weird? I guess I keep texting because part of me still hopes that one day you'll text back. But I know you won't. You never will. I don't even know why I'm writing this. It's not as if you'll ever read...