Dear Ex,
It's two years today. You told me to have a good day earlier. Thanks, but how am I meant to do that? Even if I forget about the bad stuff that happened two years ago, I've still got to deal with the fact that it would have been our two year anniversary today - it would have been two years of being with the guy I loved. Still love.
You promised me I would find someone wonderful. Instead I've lost people and faced too much stigma on my own.
I'm sorry I can't deal with this anymore. I'll try to fill out these application forms today to keep my mum happy, but that's the only purpose they'll serve. You're the nearest thing I've got to a real life support right now, but I know you're busy, so I won't even text you about it.
You are the only one I've told that I won't make it to my 21st - and I'm sorry I lumbered you with that info - but I guess neither of us saw it coming almost four months before then, did we?
I'm sorry. I wish you could believe that.