Dear Jessica,

Have I told you that I started to hate going to the park because it reminds me of you? My feet dragged me there suddenly, a while ago. It was like they had their own soul or something. I stayed there for an hour or so, same thoughts ran through my head, you. It’s always you, anyway.

It's still clear in my head how bad you were, last time we went here. I ate less for a couple of weeks just to save for The Script's concert tickets for us but you chose to go here. Pfft. You have no heart. 

I never liked park before I knew you, but the first time you brought me here, I knew how wonderful the feeling was. 

I can still remember the smiles you had in your face that time. You were so beautiful. You always are.

You had your hair done in curly milk-brown, swaying along the wind. You were wearing a long sleeved white dress and a pair of black flat shoes. You looked very stunning. I remember how your eyes looked directly into mine. I swear, I could have died. 

I wish that day never ended. I wish I can still see you, rig