If you were mine, I would never have broken up with you, not in a million years.

Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.

Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.

How do you regret one of the best nights of your entire life? You don't. You remember every word, every look. Even when it hurts, you still remember.

But just because you bury something, that doesn't mean it stops existing. Those feelings, they'd been there all along. All that time. I had to face it.

I release you. I evict you from my heart. Because if I don't do it now, I never will.

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms.