I still dream about you. All the time. It's been six years and I still dream about you, at least once every week or two. I've never dreamed that consistently about someone or something, ever. It's only you.

I wonder what would've happened if we stayed together. Or, if not together, if we'd just tried harder to be friends. I mean, I tried. But you really didn't. I don't blame you. I broke up with you, and that had to be painful. Sometimes I wish I hadn't broken up with you. I wonder where we'd be now.

No use ruminating over the past, though. You made it clear you don't want to have anything to do with me. So I guess I'll just see you in my dreams.