Dear (Ex) T,

It has been three years since you abandoned me. I emailed you on Monday and despite knowing deep down you would not reply, I still hoped you would. Feelings have been stirred up again and I forgot how much I missed you, how much I looked forward to reading your kind notes to me and the excitement I felt whenever you contacted me out of the blue. I miss you. I love you, but part of me knows you were never the right T for me. You were afraid of conflict and I really don't know if there was any substance behind your perfessional, "flawless" persona. It seemed that you were made of glass because the one time I confronted you and became angry, you disappeared. For a long time, I didn't think I could ever be angry or attached to anyone ever again, because my anger and attachment to you pushed you away. I miss you T, but I'm not sure if I really miss you at all. I just miss what I wanted from you, which for while, is exactly what you gave. I'm realizing now, for that reason, there is no one for me to actually miss.