" 'Lets not forget that we love our mail-chains.
Lets not get rid of it, even if we break-up.
Cool?
Promise?''I do love our mail-chains. 

Won't give it up,probably, if we break up.. but then again,that depends.' "

It's been three years since.
I don't miss you. I don't love you either. I never can, anymore. But I'm waiting to be indifferent about you, about us.
You know what I detest? I dislike the person you are now- maybe you were always that person-I wouldn't know: but I BELIEVED you to be someone you showed me you were. And I can find absolutely no semblance to the person you are today. It's baffling- I can't seem to trust myself, then. And if I lose faith on myself-which is my greatest and only faith ever- what would I hold on to? I've let myself down in loving you. I still feel stupid.
Maybe I overdo it in my head- maybe I still give it too much importance- maybe it's a suffering I can't live without. But I want to, believe me. It's not you I'm just angry at,though. I think I'm mostly disappointed by myself.
I can't help but wonder at times- at times like this when I dare to open closed doors- how is your life now? which phone do you use? do you still wear that paint splattered jeans? do you still fight through nights? have you gone back to princep? but most importantly, does what we had matter to you? do you still think about it at times?