Dear my ex,
I remember the first day we met, it was the fifth of June 2011, it was a sunny day, I remember you sitting on that coffee shop wearing a thin coloured summer dress and reading a Harry Potter book, you were focusing on it too much that you left your coffee on the table till it got cold.
I was sitting about twenty steps away from you, I also had a book on my hand but I didn't read it, your beauty didn't let me to, I was just gazing at your beautifully shaped face, your perfectly designed body and your amazing hair, you were just beautiful, and I wasn't the only one checking you, everyone else was gazing at you, the waiters, the clients, the chefs, and even the ones that were with their ladies were checking you each now and then.
I wanted to talk to you so badly that day, so I approached your table and said "Are you enjoying that?" You looked at me surprised for a second then you smiled and answered "I'm sorry, I didn't notice you coming, I was totally hooked to the book, and yes I am enjoying it indeed"
now, that I've said that, I want you to know that my hand is swimming in blood because of that.
I turned on the TV twenty minutes ago to get your ugly face out of my bloody head, but they were talking about the Harry Potter movie and I hit it with my bare hands like ten times.
thank you for the shitty pain I feel in my chest, I can't even focus on the physical pain I have on my hands, thank you for ruining my life.
looking forward to hearing from you, your beloved ex that you torn his heart apart.